Polkadogs, Steeples and Chair

A day of seemingly unrelated elements, moments,

translated into black and white,

a quieter version of chaos,

letting the differences slide, one into the other,

dots and dogs a typo

mistake or nothing in common

steeples rise and clouds float, faster in the wind

an expression of inward and outward contemplation,

embodied quizzically

in the holding of blue chair.


Please, take a seat.