two golden pages

I have been working on future-book things lately, and I miss the days of drafting new work. Most mornings I take some time applying paint to a book. Here is one spread. The text reads: “their children / wrecked umbrellas / and / around the city / the dead / urged national / pride / hysterics increased / debris was swept out / a flower, a petal, a leaf, a tassel / suddenly pepped up / For some minutes there appeared to be order"