a tiny frog tale
fall
the large overhead door is open
a low slow sun draws long lines on the floor
in the corner of my eye
something moves along a ray of light
I’m soldering, can’t really look
when ready I try to find out what I saw
I spot her behind a box
she’s not an easy catch
but a little later I release her
in the ditch
there she goes
this ritual will repeat itself
tomorrow, next weekend, next week
spring
I’m looking for something
I’m cleaning or rearranging stuff…
suddenly I see a strange shape
below a heat pipe
behind the welding machine
or in a roll of drawings
it is dry, stiff, shrunk
odorless mummified
a toad, a frog or a salamander
like parchment, leathery and dusty
the deadly result of a totally wrong decision
a.g. 2013