Learning is aging

Taken for granted

One smile blooming at the corner of the lips
A walk fast under the rain, towards work
A breath of springtime polen floating in the air
And a teardrop from eye irritation

Melting butter on a toast
And a smelly alley around the corner
The shadow of a skyscraper
And the deep green of the park trees
The sunlight at the end of the summer
And your arms, tight
The coldness of January

I take the ephemeral for eternal,
My unconscious self
Has been mislead.

M.S. 28-02-2009