Daily exchanges
Park benches and a slight breeze
Old pain explains it

– on life

Passing by the door
He had given up on life
Still making a fire

– seen in a dream

Under the pine tree
Suffering and and a bit of shade
Quiet company

– on life

She smiles just for him
He stares inside to find it
She smiles just for him

– on life

Wrapped in cellophane
Twenty three embossed in gold
A green typewriter

– seen in a dream