“International Exposition”
along the way
the glass temple welcomes
pictures, stories
light and shadow
join together
on a concrete wall
four square meters
a single room
to get rid of the blues
the air smells good, outside
(getting rid of the blues
is for wishful thinkers)
a fistful of steam
comes out of your pocket,
do you hide the remnants of fantasy, yet?
a stained petal
breaks the frail harmony
of your flower dress
the weight of the words
now falls on your lips,
- try again…
the weight of the words
now rests in your throat
- saying goodbye in a whisper…
the petal disappeared along with its stain,
there is nothing special
in those who stay
still on the platform
(sacred image in the circle of the sun)
watching the tail of the train
the empty rails.
Elliott Erwitt exhibition of photography – Arrangement
#4
