Come and sit with me.
Discerning what confronts us. 
Red chair in closet. 

Getting out on stage.
Leave my comfort zone behind. 
Reflections. Mirror. 

This place, heaven sent.
Almost passed, rushed by the day.
Taste like home,angels.

I long to be seen.
My self in your reflection.
Is London calling?

Look left, exclusion.
There are red and green barriers.
Scaffolding facade.

Life, not survival.
You have a good weekend,sir!
Forgive me passing.

The door is open.
Welcome the lined up shadows.
Red sneaker, white sole.

The leaf in the air.
Dance on invisible string.
The others are gone.

A palm tree, three chairs.
The sun is breaking through clouds.
Your pool, reflections.

Palme, drei Stühle.
Die Sonne bricht durch Wolken.
Dein Pool, Reflexion.

In urban canyons,
High rising and deep falling.
Now and then: times squared