the tuning fork of st. louis

Large objects, objects of great size, often suggest to me small objects, objects of little size. The Gateway Arch reminds me of little objects. Some days it is a dental retainer. Other days it is a paperclip rammed into the mud of the Old Man. If it is not on windy days reminiscent of a damaged staple thwacked there to keep the Midwest from peeling off the earth, it does at least hint of the