Wood and Metal

Every time I see a washer on the ground I pick it up, 
I've walked miles and miles, it keeps me sane.

On some walks I'll get really into sticks.

On some days I'll make batches of dyes, freeze them into ice cubes, 
and then melt them on wood and string.

And sometimes I'll make sushi barges out of  spiked thorns and old couch arms.