Look at this great big pile of old sandstone curbing laying in wait for a good home.

Large aging slabs of fine Ohio sandstone . . . hidden away, that’s right, hidden away.

In a field of weeds and large piles of old street bricks.

Behind abandoned buildings wondering will there ever be a usefulness to my exsistience?

Steps, walks, curbing, walls . . . sculptural art in the garden?

I wonder.