Light snowfall

Light snowfall

The cats disappear into the little room.

Light snowfall

a heating beneath the floorboards.

Light snowfall

the sound of my old MacBook Pro.

Light snowfall

I allow my thoughts to rest.

Light snowfall

the extinct open fire.

Light snowfall

the crumbles of a biscuit.

Light snowfall

my tongue inspects a hole in the back tooth.

Light snowfall

just the sound of my pen on paper.

Light snowfall

both feet firmly on the floor.

(Sopot/Berlin in February 2018)

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