What do you, …….. think?
I’m full of memories and anticipations.
So on the fence then ?
Could be. Why ?
You had to ask ?
Well, there was that old pot, pretty rusty – don’t you think ?
Like a rapid twist of green in harsh light waiting to catch the breeze.
That’s existence then, ………. It could be.
Really, really. All you have is could be ?
Well there was that old rusted block and then I saw the butterfly.
It was over there, a fluttering colour kissing the air.
Just let it be.
I think it is over the edge.
Or on the fence, nestling in the white fragrance of the afternoon.
Or just a faint shadow settling for a brief moment of existence.