pink chair

pink is the new blue

In my morning walks after I exhale some personal garbage, my mind is clear to absorb images that stay with me for a while – abandoned books, wild flowers or memories of the old with the new victims, that people don’t want anymore. They call out to me, ask me to tell their stories, one last time wishing to be seen…

This morning – a pink chair (again), this one is small, kindergarten size, shining plastic, in the middle of gardening waste, as the birthday boy, waiting for the party to begin, facing the road for upcoming guests.

I wanted to take a celebrative photo of it, but by the time I finished my round only one broken pink leg and few green leaves were left behind, as evidence to what was…