7th of May 2008
what I saw, I remembered.
Two sparrows eating out of a bread crumb;
Taking turns.
A white, peculiar feather lays on the ground
the wind plays with its soul as if it were
Still there.
Dead blue flower rests next to a garbage bin
waiting for its beauty to wither completely.
Still beautiful.
The grass perks with hope for a breeze,
stretching its green fingers, it wiggles,
from left to right.
Instead, outside it stinks of car breath.
Willows damp the sky in white flakes which refuse to land
leaving all with the impression of snow
in the hot month of May.
The clouds embrace
and so,
the white lies become rain.
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