Washing-up

I don’t wash the dishes every day—
one might call it an old bachelor’s privilege;

after all, it’s a waste to boil a kettle for a single
spoon, knife, fork, glass, bowl, and plate—

a peculiar family of six enduring the extended stay
in the washing-up bowl as yet another exercise

in ‘back-on-the-market’ frugality.


More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com

The pedestrian

I hate people
walking abreast across the pavement
so that they could yap
as if they were taking part
in Sympósion.
Saying that, I feel somewhat embarrassed—
not so much at the sentiment,
but at the excessive solemnity
of the expression.


More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com