untitled, february 2022

If this is ugly I don’t really

Wanna know. But I want to

Ask you why you chose to

Photograph those stones over

And over, those stones with

The round pictures on them

Those pictures that are faded

With time, and time is

Multiplied there as if those who

Live there never age, and

Stay the same because one

Can’t see them as they are

Hidden as they are silent as

They don’t need to eat or sleep

Or celebrate birthdays and

When you remember to go it’s

Because you feel that wind, the one

That you felt that time that you

Couldn’t get dressed for weeks

But the wind there was familiar and

You knew they, they were there and you

Couldn’t talk to them, thought the

Moss on the stones outside kept

Growing humbly and and