Reflection River
September 22nd 2023 6:24 PM
09/24/2023
Flowing Flowers.
Where do lost objects go? Next to the big, white and blue ferry, I saw the frail flowers float away. How did they get here? Who dropped them here? Who bought them? Who did they buy them for? Did they? I often wonder the P.O.V. of these objects. I think of all the things I've lost, my watch, my red notebook, so many more things. I imagine a big black room with my things and I get farther away from this room, the light starts to dim.
That brings me to the fact I'd never been to an antique store before, well, until this week. A store full of lost objects. How many years can an object live for? How many owners has an object seen? What if the owner becomes the object. You'll see what I mean...
some people,
some ashes of those poeple.
in a random shop,
poles apart.
books they read, calls they made, parties they went and wine they drank.
It was just a glass of wine,
just something they had when they dine,
but was it dinner, breakfast or a crime?
who knew all this while, it was just a matter of time.
Some tears, laughs and whines,
it was all a sign,
of the yellow pot in their minds,
out in my house it shines.
