I found scraps left over from collages and drawings of the mid 1960’s, things I had not been able to use then (they were too minor, and by the late 60’s I was in my gigantea phase).  They were now the last fragments of a time that would surely never return.  I mined them and my memories for content, slowly using all the scraps of thirty years until nothing was left.  This folder of Beulah’s last poppy in the ashes of death was the end.  But there is a sunflower trying there to call for a future.