Poorest little raindrops jump
while the meadows defy gusts of wind.


Now collecting rain splashes on me,
a little bit without reason, or profit...



*


Well-worn barns, rusted tools,
weather-worn leaves, all
in an aesthetic of wear and tear.



*



(Seeing some
who live to pretend
to be successful and happy
for the propaganda of their identity.

Those soulless holes.)



*



Sneaking away again,

away from making more of your skewed memories

to taking on the dragonflies' dance steps;

to quickly turn around...


Finding new hidden wild-strawberries

in these forlorn forest edges.



And the forest raspberries now linger undone.


It is crucial to have longing, light and life.

It is crucial to have small personal fulfillments.


Everything counts. No matter how small it is.