An old violin
squeaks and squawks like an old cat
a novice player
In the old washroom
baskets of old wine bottles
time for recycling
On a cement path
crunching of leaves underfoot
a crisp fall morning
Beautiful archway
curved over tranquil water
birds sing in the trees
pristine equipment
no pressure on the gauges
call the repairman
Sharp blades in plastic
devourer of pencils
getting to the point
Little red rowboat
tied to the concrete island
ready for escape
Timid ape with phone
cautiously approaches us
he’s sure its for you
Outlines of bodies
too close to the yellow wall
victims silhouettes
Spaghetti noodles
served with a tomato sauce
suck them down like worms