4x1, 4x2

peach walls, pink gowns, smooth legs and calf muscles.
a woman with a mole on her lower lip passes by.
the room shrinks a little, and then a little more and then a little more till it is the size only that of a match box.
'am i better than her?' the other she asks and says she started thinking about it the very minute she saw the woman with a mole on her lower lip.
by the side, coffee noisily brews in over priced machines.
'i should think so too, that i am better than her' he says.
the picture on  the wall opposite in time comes back to life and smiles and then laughs.
raven reflection on the sea surface and at the end of the sea where running streams join the ocean.
'oh, i only overflow this morning' - somebody screams.
the skies get clearer and the weather, more pleasant.
mornings can feel like evenings and dawns are dusky.
the sky can be gray or blue or black, but that morning it was green.
purple dreams, pink thoughts, oh when is it the time for bed?
someone steps on an empty matchbox and flattens it.
rain washes away debris and crushed cardboard boxes.