detour


the guards speak
as their dog licks
the oil stain on the pavement

i tried to read the tattoos
on the forearm
it seems to be a strange language
i can't understand it
i can very easily imagine it says:

have patience

he curses at his pc
punches a few keys
and the suddenly says:

thank you... go ahead

let's go to the park
he suggests as we walk within the warehouse
but lunch consisted of sad faces
distressed glances
and vine-loving middle age women

a walk in the park
is always a good idea

we see
children laughing
couple exercising
men fishing
friends gossiping
mothers walking with their children
birds gliding near the water

cabins passed in front of us
like flying kites
and i teach
as we walk
explaining what happens in the water
and the need for a license to fish