5 PM

On the road leading to my house,
I have seen this afternoon
at 5 pm,
precisely,
under the female,
not yet stinky,
ginko trees,
a barefoot woman,
pushing the wheelchair
of a cripple that sat and jiggled against the weather.
She said
“No it’s not cold,
the wind,
just chilly,
you’ll see my dear
our home is near.
They are so silly
this din…
But, have I told
you that story about that man
that threw himself from a fourth story
Yelling like mad, saying:”I can,
fly!" and it was indeed a sorry
thing as he indeed flew
to somewhere new…
I guess"

I couldn’t hear more for I was in a hurry.

Along the porcelain factory
I have seen this afternoon
an old man
whom I have seen often
although he looks like the people that are never seen,
they call them invisible.
He wore a wollen cap
ugly to look at
that seemed swollen
with sweat, tears and sorrow
never mind the years
of his lifetime
for he had short to live because he had lived long.
He carried a plastic pharmacy bag.
He looked invisible.
He looked somewhere else
somewhere new
Had he ever tripped into the abyss?
If he had, was he still there?

But I had to pass him by because I was in a hurry.
I had to buy a broom.

5 PM

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Artist's Description

This is a incidental piece. I have indeed seen those people today. Obviously, I made out some things.

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