3d
The mind’s a magnet
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.
A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.
It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.
Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.
A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.
It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.
Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.
Inspired by this photo I took of the last remnants of the Staudenhof, a former East German apartment and shopping complex in Potsdam that had been used for low-income housing. It was torn down to make way for expensive new condominiums, erasing the memory of the place where less well-to-do families lived for decades. https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lggckmkzms22
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)
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