Poem a Day 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
In Der Mund
Someone's falling on a sword,
is uncoiling the racket grip,
being loose in a tight moment.
I do not know my mind at these times.
Blank as a hobbyist.
A scene, a scene, a scene.
But what about the children?
What will the neighbours say?
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