Father
Everything
is wrapped somehow
arrangements in the corner
ham on polished oval plate
brand new shoes
people whom they don't know
picture for why
he won't wake up
they must pay attention
so they don't smudge the blouse
they don't know why
whatever
stains
shouldn't be seen because
well
they have to pay attention
from the window noticed
in the street
freshly painted bench
and
soiled ball
remain astonished
everything is wrapped somehow
in black
and someone should explain them.
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2015
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