May

It’s May. And he dances with tears
On a windy and slippery road.
He coughs and he thunders and clears
His clouded heavenly throat.

And me? – I just watch from the windshield
In key minor this spring-would be fall.
Admiring, and dreaming, and wishing
The beautiful sadness of all.

11.05.02


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