To Whom It May Concern:
Each year I recede further away from the road.
I watch each morning go by with suspicious eyes.
My pieces sit elevated by the roadside.
This assemblage has taken time.
Dear Sensible Architect,
A driving-through measures nothing.
The rest is just unfortunate overflow.
The day knows not from where you watch.
To sunder will alter the topography.
Forthright & Frank,