Sunday October 20, 2019
From a quote by Eckhart Tolle
Police swarm the square where your grandmother used to take you to throw pennies in the fountain with the angels dancing. You’d make a wish, and she’s buy you a sweet from the bakery around the corner. You remember her smell – vanilla, amber, old photographs. Now you wear a gas mask, a black t-shirt and denim overalls. You aren’t sure what your grandmother would say about your haircut. You wish that pennies were still a thing. You long for the innocence and clarity of childhood.