Sarah and I were walking across Cal Anderson
Park on our way to Vermillion to see Jason and
Jed's pictures. I was checking out the fountain,
the way the water cascaded over the bricks, the
whole thing reminiscent of an erupting volcano,
wondering if the execution had matched the
artist's vision, which led to deeper ruminations
on the challenges of pushing one's ideas from
concept to three dimensions, when Sarah said,
Hey, and pointed out something I had missed
while lost in the bubble of my thoughts: a ball
of foam spinning above the vortex of a drain.
I in turn pointed it out to the next passersby,
who were likewise delighted by the scum.