"cabbages lying about like sea-green brains"

[subject line from Galway Kinnell's "The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ into the New World"]

I wasn't thrilled about the bureaucratic hoop I didn't manage to hop through during my lunch break today, but walking around downtown does have its rewards. The sacred and the mundane and the profane are all but on top of one another: a cross draped with a purple stole held in place with black sandbags. Balloons tethered to a side entrance of War Memorial Auditorium:



A cottage door -- complete with rabbit -- painted on a side of a brick storefront:



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