in the poisonous buzz
		in the rustle of grasses
		in the clumsy wings of a bee
		love lives

		dressed in kisses
		like a tree in raindrops
		I am growing

		and when I am thinking of you
		it is like
		having a butterfly flutter in the hand
		trapped and blind

		and the time
		poised to jump is behind me
		holding a blade of grass in its whiskers
		a today's day

                 H. Poświatowska



dance in light

lost in grass



fot. A. Bober



You are here, I am there…


 fot. A.Bober