The Universe
this was not the right day
to go outside and get the seeds,
the earth, fertilizer and whatever?
don't feel the bad taste of seeing
what have we become without knowing?
these sparrows walking around confused
over the null flower beds...
these afternoons with the ivy growing
absurd on the walls...
you're not afraid of being scorned
this same sun that watched us grow?
what importance is there in what we think,
if from the window the universe seems calm
and are killers safe on TV?
now the wind makes the eucalyptus trees mad,
now the clouds run over the horizon,
now it looks like everything is going to rain.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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