They fall early again
for the next show;
particles cover
shoeless footsteps,
over a cloth polished
light German wood floor.
And there’s one!
See, you missed me,
it chuckles quietly,
and in so doing moves a mm,
believing itself invincible
to a cleaner’s keen eye.
In the kitchen
a piece of ham lodges
under an extended cook book,
“Enjoy English white bread”
She’ll never find me here.
To the joy of the spectators
a woollen polar bear sneaks,
waits until she is asleep
then skates across the floor,
attempts “triple loops”
to applauding crumbs.
It’s only a tiny audience,
but appreciative.
* Cassia being teutonic is very tidy & likes German hard bread
(they make their houses from it, not gingerbread as I once suspected)
not English soft bread.
The stuffed bear sits on her window ledge (he’s English incidently)
Cassia was my German girlfriend & this was written about her
apartment.
