There was an extra boy.
When the others paired off, he was alone.
They chase him away.
Young lovers swim together in the current and the third wheel spins, waiting.
He follows them.
Maybe she will fall in love with the loser.
But she just floats, indifferent.
The man chases his friend away.
When it gets dark and quiet, the young couple cuddles.
They whisper in each other’s ears.
He gave up. He is cold.
Hmm. When the ducks pair off, do they decide who will die?
I wish we didnt have so many screens. Or any screens. I think its making everyone depressed. Or maybe its just me. I want to go back to the forest. To sleep under the pines and feel the wind pass over my face. Now its all walls and ceilings. They are meant to keep us in. To separate civility from chaos. It makes us forget what we are. Be wary of the illusion. The ducks play in the water all day because they can.
Stop to look at the trees
Hear the cars and trucks
Hustle and bustle In the distance
The grass, it moves
All of them in unison
If you walk by
In your own world
You don’t see the grass moving
I am the rock
I did not become smooth on my own
Time, elements, wind, fire, water, earth
Eased your pain
You were rough once, too