Pieces
a poem in parts
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2 min readMay 27, 2021
He likes to take photographs of
Abandoned shoes
Likes to contemplate who walked in them
Why they left them behind
He likes to take pictures of
Abandoned objects
To me it’s just junk
That he calls art
A doll
A suitcase
Things whole or ripped apart
Pieces of clothing
A chair
Cookware
An old TV
Piles of things unidentifiable there
That once meant something to someone
Sometime
Somewhere
A baggie full of puzzle pieces
A car deep in the arroyo how did it get here
I walk on not interested
As he stops
To frame it just right
Considering the light
Wrapped up in the why
And how and who of the story
Left untold
But for his imagination
To play with and unfold
