between us a train rushes through the city. between us a stream runs next to the train. they keep our worlds apart. sometimes i see you on the porch rocking in your chair. on cool mornings i can smell the cinnamon cakes you bake. i wonder if you see me over here on my side. i would invite you over for sweet tea, or coffee, if only you could get here.
paper quilt number 8. water soluble oil stick on archival paper.