The Wind Perks Up
my friend laughed and suddenly he looked like my father
who would close his eyes tightly when he laughed
his shoulders would jolt and he would hold
together his hands as if clapping.
my friend, standing in front of the fireplace whispered:
The wind has perked up; we’ll try to survive
and my father dived in his ashes again.
Reality locked itself
inside its present castle
raising the white flag of the unequivocal age
days of joy re-locked themselves in a few teardrops
something insignificant was coming through the air
something of an insignificant lust suddenly appeared in the room
something insignificant we said and life passed by.

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