A STICK AMONGST THE WEEDS:

Breath escapes the sound of traffic through glass,
Hair blown sideways by a wind that carries a call,
Something softer,
Greener,
An invitation to stop,
But nobody does,

Small dogs walked on leads,
Dance beneath tables,
Wondering why the world’s stopped walking,
Wagging flags,
Muscles memories,

Stories tumble out of mouths,
Waves of interwoven souvenirs,
Everything is good if you look at it like this,
With naked feet,
In little White pumps,

Eyes glance around the room,
Waiting for someone to deliver,
Excitement,
Blueberries,
Honey,
And don’t forget the nuts,

Shoulders expose through elaborate sleeves,
Civility,
Modesty,
Looking for someone to play with it,
A thrill,
And when you touch it,
It’s not as fluffy as you’d think,
Eyes looking for eyes to connect with

(Listening to: Frode Haltli – ‘Avant Folk’)

(K)