By the conservatory
sporting the cheese cutter
reminiscent of the forties
pink red brick path in
corregated plastic
dampness
Grin and beard
hope toward a future
if you could be like water
just flowing never resisting
stained thick jersey
seaweed sweat
glasses over optimism
philosopher´s pose
falling into the grey area
yet never really leaving the black and white
Years as sandpaper of wear and tear
yet there you are near dusk
near certainty
so close to the worn bricks of that old conservatory
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