Why do we gravitate toward
an idealized arrangement
of natural design and beauty,
heaping layer upon layer
of flat stones separated
from orderly round ones?
Do these walls stand
compressed in architectural
tribute to planned selection
over the stew of spontaneity?
Why does man’s comfort
with the squashing power
of conformity supersede
the messy-but-meaningful
marrow of our diverse story
… our diverse history?
Mark Johnson Stories 
This is an interesting poem.
There can be beauty and strength in orderliness…
It would be nice to discover the beauty in spontaneity as well..and embrace the diverse
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Thanks Tom. When I saw this image today on our walk, it spoke to me creatively … and somehow relatable to the flattening of our diverse society.
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Mark, where is this wall? I think I’ve seen it. DBG’s?
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It’s near Chaparral Park at the Xeriscape garden terrace.
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thanks
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