3 march 2010

Posted on March 3, 2010

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come to me quickly, day of white
the snow is holding your place in line

until you arrive i dream of swans with silk black faces
and crave vanilla ice cream, the beans and cream melting on my lips

i wait at dusk
the moment that for my city of the planet
hangs, lost in time
between coming and going

i am not waiting in the morning (preparation, carnations)
and i am not yet in the evening (ties, lace)

so for now i wait patiently in the hallway with my swans
waiting for the light under the door to be mine

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