Strips of cloth
Old metal in the sun
Passages in winter
Paper I've written on.
The wood is worn
Foundation from an old demolition
Carved in time from my family's soul,
Something that was in my mind
I did not know.
There are many things to say
When the pants fit
To use an old shoe to stop a door.
Once, when I was young
I met Frida Kahlo;
Today, I saw her picture.
When everything speaks together.
"Foundation from an old demolition
ReplyDeletecarved from the family's soul :
it did encrypt
something that you had to say
and did not know."
The old shoe , now being used
to stop the door
and stop the Time from escaping,
has traveled back
into the alleys of Time,
that was the shoe worn
also while cleaning the backyard and
clearing the passage for the Time.
Frida Kahlo,sharp as a double edged sword,
seen in the days when young,
does she lose the edge on at least one of the sides of the blade?
One cannot predict or speculate
what Time can do.