In Shadows

The street light flickers on and off

Off and on

In shadows I see how different it would all be

On and off

We come and go

And we’re never

really done

The street light flickers

Off and on

All things joined by the same mystery

Siblings of the Great sky

Throw a parade and get in line

we’re never

Really Done

26.05.22

„Old Dog”

Old dog

in the middle of the street. 

His outline drawn by the lamp,

head bowed low –

looking for a new owner. 

I look away

and close the door

pretending I didn’t see

the cry for love. 

(03.07.16)