On the Breeze

Booze, her downfall. She’d quit. And off the wagon - wasn’t the wagon going somewhere she didn’t need to be? By now the pool had so much floating in it, it looked abandoned. Poking around with that pole was even sadder; and the net, the way it nearly tipped her over. Install this. Installation art is a conceptual business. So you put together a concept, in your mind, and you make it speak, to others. Anxiety, pain and freedom: they had understood what she had said, eighteen years ago, and the money was rolling in. Too late. Leaves from the neighbor’s oak tree.