From Function, Form

On the bus to Salinas, sectioned fields plumed with blue sprinkler arcs; a distant tractor trailed dust in rows   like Log Cabin quilt bars, alternating wine, green and gray, like the earth in its seasons. The quilt was Amish,   stitched-in-the-ditch, twelve dips per inch, the hair-thin sharp rocking through cotton in a lullaby […]