SwingsDistorted swings. Their seats crooked, the first closer to the ground, its corner slanting into the depth of the space.
The StepIn the middle of the street, a tall daughter and a thin old woman. They try to enter Antikvarnica Café.
CruxifixWhile I am crossing the bridge, the rivers are flowing a completely different town. I, a vertical river, am traversing the rivers by steps.