The Books by David Rudolph

Public art on SFCC campus. My class on spiritual quest took a field trip to write about the sculpture:

books calving from the earth
as if from the abandoned library
of giants
untitled
like the soil itself
tilting as the planet
leans into winter solstice

barrancas or stepstairs
of hardbacks
a second hand bookstore
overturned in an earthquake
apocalypse
or a sculpture
on a spring day
students walk past
unaware
that we are each writing
our own version