#526 bodies tick like clocks

pictures on walls tell a story of a woman who was

serious stares at serious photographers

young and black and white

older and grainy and colour

framed behind glass

hanging eye-level

soon to laid to rest in an attic

buried in corrugated oblivion

forgotten

until then, she wanders halls on wheels with other artifacts

baseboards built for the convenience of brooms

paint chosen to calm, to bore

lights chosen to reduce power bills and incidentally, the sense of home

weekly visits, obligatory

a room filled with photos and stuffies, and other silence-breakers

and visitors sit behind forced smiles

afraid that time will one day also leave them

forgotten

#343 two lovers at an old kitchen table

two bodies roll and push and pull and fall exhausted

fast-forward 60 years

they sit in familiar silence

one thinks about the last siege of grandchildren, smiling

the other thinks of that night

and how good life is

and how simple

#342 respecting age

inside wrinkles, grey hairs and stooped backs live children and stories and lessons we used to respect before youth formed a dictatorship