With wide arms I listen
With hands full of green ears
Polyphonic whispers of fluff
Fine traces of sound
on the bench
A woman and her daughter
look around, the girl stares
and says with wobbling legs
I'll be a mum just like you
with a daddy and a child
who thinks this is the most beautiful place
of all, the whole world, the universe
*
The girl plays with a ball
pulls a flake of my bark
asks: is your name scratched in it?
What is he old, isn't he, triple thick I think
and those lumps, would he be sick?
Her mother laughs and takes the picture
she wished to have had of herself:
the girl, and I incognito
not as wise, not as full
high and wide
of past as I am now
and smaller than what I know
of all the people
who caressed me
of all the wishes
they shared with me
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 3:39 AM UTC
With wide arms I listen
With hands full of green ears
Polyphonic whispers of fluff
Fine traces of sound
on the bench
A woman and her daughter
look around, the girl stares
and says with wobbling legs
I'll be a mum just like you
with a daddy and a child
who thinks this is the most beautiful place
of all, the whole world, the universe
*
The girl plays with a ball
pulls a flake of my bark
asks: is your name scratched in it?
What is he old, isn't he, triple thick I think
and those lumps, would he be sick?
Her mother laughs and takes the picture
she wished to have had of herself:
the girl, and I incognito
not as wise, not as full
high and wide
of past as I am now
and smaller than what I know
of all the people
who caressed me
of all the wishes
they shared with me
