They
say the winds ...
The
winds say that the tides do not sleep tonight.
I'm
scared waiting for you to come back: the waves are already
swallowed
the smaller beach and spilled algae
in
the porch pots. And in the city, it is said that
in
the afternoon, dozens of seagulls flocked
who
chased the pigeons and bit them.
The
fireplace crackles slowly. The bread is still warm
at
your table. But the water has boiled three times
to
the broth. And at home the light fades, not long
that
goes out. And you don't delay, I made a cake
of
cinnamon herbs; and there is plum jam
and
sighs and a wool blanket on the bed and I
I'm
scared. The moon is only half,
the
earth shakes. And I shiver, afraid you won't come back.
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