some people

some people
are warriors
some just worriers

one should

”one should always be quite candid”
but what if it’s in my nature
to conceal my soul

no thorns, though

between the rain

between the rain
obeying one's obsessions
photographing in the garden

 

mosquitoes' dance

the mosquitoes' pale dance
ready to suck
for their lives

 

and then some

and then some
have so much hatred in them
that they suck all the energy
from innocent passers-by