"C'est bon....bon!"

A gift from my mother.
An old bonbon tin

(without the chocolates)

severely affected  

by the ravages 

of time.

To me

the test of time
makes her prettier,
the tin, the lady

more interesting,  

intriguing.

As an ancient ruin

hidden in a forest
or an abandoned house
with black and white 

photographs
of forgotten lovers
on the mantelshelf
and a floral curtain

flowing
for a broken window.

I love these things

cannot explain why

has got something

to do with 

discovering,

rediscovering or

retrieving.

As if you were 

looking for something
unconscious
until you've found it.