A walk in the park turns into
a forgotten suitcase which was never reported missing
abandoned newspapers airborne taken by the storm
stones observing the water how to move but never moving
mowing grass neglected for, well, very long.
A lonely swan is floating
reflecting eyes in the pond
a lonely umbrella abandoned left hanging
at the corner of the street beyond
where a coffee is waiting forever
but its consumer never comes
rain pours down on the earth making little craters
it’s just….we are not one.