In November

People walk through

and hundreds of eyelashes

meet with mine.

I am a broken line

on the glossy pavement.

Tiny roofs talk to each other

explaining why silence

became so dominant.

Shoes squeeze under so much

ignorant weight.

And umbrellas are forgotten

at the doorsteps of living.

[nobody took the umbrellas in]

2014

 

(Photo: check full gallery at Leeuwarden Impressions. The Netherlands. November 2015. Pentax P30, 35mm film.)

 

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