Field guide No. 227
A kind of patience
Ripening on the hour.
Inside a dark wooden grandfather clock, the pendulum ends in a single perfect peach instead of a brass weight. It swings, slowly, toward ready.
Field noteSwap the bob for a peach and the clock still swings, just slightly off. Somebody simply hasn’t.
Also possible, also breaking nothing
Reserved for the moonTheatre seats can be shipped anywhere a rocket goes. Nobody has paid the freight.
A well-kept secretA jeweller could hinge a walnut by teatime. The vice is just there to make a point.
Ants mend a shattered cobalt teapotAnts do bridge gaps with their bodies. That they chose a teapot is odd, not contradictory.
Current exhibitionA gilt frame stood in the surf is a weekend installation. The tide does the curating.