Jarful of Buttons
She strolls the streets in search of old friends,
With faces, predictable, and eyes, not judging.
Now with a stoop, she trails trodden paths.
Beads of sweat accompany her forehead.
She finds one – sparkling, elated to meet her.
Hello, dear, I will take you home with me.
She treks the arduous corridor to her room,
Fireflies in her stomach, gurgling with glee.
But the fireflies escape and her voice –
Bursting – Welcome home, friend!
And the tiny face flees her perspiring hand,
Slides off to occupy a crack on the floor.
Bereft, she stares at the buttons in a large glass jar.
At least you, friends, have stayed with me this far.
What is a feminist art installation piece?
by Pablo over 2 years ago