The wake to an instant

cold morning air

with icy arrows to my


B’s mood unpredictable

like Weidling’s weather

the shared shower space

dominated by her demand.

In my heart a tune

I’ll put to paper while I wait

for my turn

to wash the cobwebs

from my aged eyes.

B seeks freedom and choice

of lifestyle that differs from

the artist’s.

I don’t mind as I have

many levels of consciousness

I may choose diving into.








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