spring came with her multitudes
like a palm sunday procession
entered town thru the front door
walking down the street
as the soul walks from
father to mother
the bird from the town hall clock went out
to welcome her
fell over winter rags
pouring the time over people
spring
this daughter of time
put on too much perfume
her round breasts are like two strawberries
I travelled with long bodies picturing me as a snail
odd traces of my shadow behind
I remember how my voice sounded
when slipping around every endangered place
and hang myself on your widowed memory
like a sad silence
no anger should I feel
nor any distance from me while my shell breaks
but mutual thirst
when you come and say I pray for a new son
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