There is nothing more exciting
Than a room full of people
Horrendous
Or a room full of one person
Hard bodies turning soft
Words loosing a particular sound
And the tradition of sending postcards
Keeps these words alive
I am very taken by the kind host around this garden
Among things, a flower, an orchid and a big dinning table
With books scattered around
Enveloping the network
Just after setting the alarm clock to see the very first sunset of the season
For god’s sake....
All those smiling faces i try to memorise
And once i probably could even seized upon a fly
Haunting in this garden
Every now and then