a woman and her rusty tools

a sense of temporariness

sat down on a tree branch

thinking it is invisible

allowing me

to make a stamp

with my camera

and with a little help from Miss Holme

teaching me the most clandestine values

of inner light

while my eyes wander, I wonder

when I put my thoughts aside;

on days like today

there is no need

to solve all mysteries

today I am counting on

proven solutions

from writers, directors, and authors –

my best friends

in this profession

called Art

be it poetry

fiction, non-fiction, or a play

music, movie, painting, or a theatre

gently renovating

rotting rusty railing

grass paths

to step on it with new

updated scenarios

drawing blooming conclusions

filling my pockets

with hopes and fears

lying in the distance

yet unattended

without attention span

as it should be in order to follow the secret plan

of my unsettled brain

longing for change

in the synapse department

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April – October 2022

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Thank you for reading!