Ballerina of time
Publicat Sâmbătă, 11 Iunie 2011, ora 13:20
you would keep whistling like it was
though it was Thursday still
the black Thursday
when Judas was counting his pieces
but you knew-it-not
and would not have cared, anyway
you would whistle like it was Sunday
making wide pirouettes
in too narrow a world
just like your grandma once had
in the asylum yard
you kept on whistling
airs split on your shoulders
you kept counting craftily
all those seconds since your
parting with me
‘t would be late
if I stopped your endless counting right
or some day
but I will come to see you every year
whistling like it’s Sunday
while it is
© Copyright Adrian Paparuz
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