Straw Bale House
22 1/2 x 30”
Acrylic/Arches Paper

When it rains
the stalks of straw,
lay as they are,
over our heads and
around us, as if a blanket,
smell like the feet of God.

Can you imagine,
living within such a smell,
despite it being gifted
with such comfort
endlessly suggesting
some long-lost God,
her watery toes
now oozing golden nectar
rich in “toe jam?”