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Do you remember?
we were going to the beach,
You were reading your poem to the sea and stars.
you coughed and took a sip of hot tea,
and cleaned your lips with the back of your palm,
And you were still reading.
I know,
somewhere,
you are still reading poems,
and singing songs about spring, fall and winter,
about the certain coming of the red morning,
And about birds who tried to sail to infinity.
you are singing and singing,
And I cannot hear your songs.
I will ride on the wind
in every street and dark valley,
I will knock on closed wings of all windows
and I will beg everyone in the name of love,
in the name of every bird,
every rose,
the sea and stars,
And I will ask:
Where are his poems?
I will cry:
Where are his poems?
Wet
Dizzy
A draft in my throat
Each flake
tastes good. Like
Pickles
Chocolate
Pizza.
Broccoli
that one was too small.
The bigger ones taste better.
They melt like butter
they disappear. I must
eat them before
the ground does or our
boots soil them.