Homeless Blankets: Ghosts - Ghosts 1 & 2
Homeless Blankets: Ghosts 1 & 2 - Dolores Park
Ghost, the blanket ghost, one of royalty. Note the two tone blues, the deep and the light. Note the corners, gently, barely lifted. Note the substantial hemm along the edge, the parallel, cross-stiched at an angle, internal seams; the order, the comportment of calm and stabilty. If not once a King of a partcular realm, certainly a High Priest in a major Cathedral. If he has already entered Heaven, may whoever be the gods, shower gentle blessings, honor, praise.
Gone, whoever it was, the ghost of a homeland - an emblematic, woven peasantry - wrinkled to his face, arms, torso and legs. At a tilt to the hill, the slippery grass took him - one imagines - rolled him, rolled him down and away. The half empty Budweiser bottle speaks to no lips. The shaky shadows of the morning sun slowly shift across the blanket. Gone, ghosted, the blanket of a country - intimately, charmingly - an act of rememberance, at rest, lying here amongst us.
Dolores Park, San Francisco