Once Upon A Time

Opposite corners of the room

Reading books

From the shelf

We packed in crates

We hauled

From the house

To stations

Brown with rust

Bowl

You don't

How we met

You

In from the rain

We

With a committee for friends

Walked away

From people

You know

But don't

Really

Down deep

And we stood

Like mangroves

And the bus

It never came

So we walked

Your hair slick

Made black

Your lashes translucent

Your goose bumps

Sweet

Nor did you care

When you're wet

You're wet

So we despaired

Not

In puddles splashed

You danced

Whirled and spun

Dropped dead

Into my arms

I'm a fake

You smiled

Wiped your tears

No longer translucent

But opaque

Hold my hand

Where's my cane?

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words: Luigi Monteferrante, Italy (Gang of Tolstoy)
image: Dorothee Lang, Germany (blueprint21)

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