the revolving doors of the library

have slowed down

I look up the word senescence

 

 

 

sheets of paper

strewn across the floor

wanderlust

 

 

 

pain

grows denser

laughter behind the door

 

 

 

near the sea

willow trees  casting

for a rehearsal

 

 

 

this may morning

 

woodruff is swaying

silently in morning breeze.

A magpie slurps a bluetit´s egg.