Missing home, but.
I wish there were more red brick buildings from where I grew up. They were pretty scarce in San Diego. Don’t get me wrong: adobe’s nice. It’s clean. It’s Californian and therefore relaxing. But sort of boring. I wanted more red brick buildings whose walls were half-covered in ivy, like bangs blown across a wise woman’s aged, lined face. There was one to my left the other day, to my left as I was walking north, walking north as if migrating. It’s summer now. No need to migrate. Here the gods above sigh and then there is wind, resuscitating, kissing the now gasping red brick face. It was breathing.
Adobe might be clean, but I don’t see it breathe.
