– kin there’s the creamy wheel of rucola flowers when it’s abandoned too long, or long enough, in the garden and the stem grows tall instead of kept low for harvesting leaves it’s four light petals spread wide apart and the veins of dark embroidery resembles sun crosses, that first started appearing for my inner eye and then later, insistently, in my surroundings when you brake down the world in typologies the family of things begins to show themselves: the wheel of veined petals are related to circling lightning in the high desert and the shape of eggs in unbroken…