I can get so lost in the colors of the bricks here.

I lie on my belly on a beach towel, as I sun,

And with my eyes only six inches from the bricks,

Notice the various colors 

Embedded in each one,

And then, the combination of 

The way that they are laid

Together, in emblematic patterns

Of light and dark and shade, and then,

The mortar seems to be the exact color

That an artist would have chosen,

And I sense, indeed, some starving artisan

Was here, once.

-jenn