For Anwar Amilcar-Tolstoi
Like a foot in the mud you press my mind for love
I worry more about the naked toes exposed to broken glass
And slide from it like water into a clammy ground
Why have you left feathers in the nest, and to swim
You straddle air, filled with phobia for so much water?
We cross seas better flying in a flock on wings.
O Anwar, my son, my son, so like the grass most tender
Silence makes so much louder the blind lawn mower
And in the wind does fly your seeds, life cannot surrender.
Let me cross the sea again, I am always walking in the rain
The wind blows dust into my eyes, and yes for you it pains
But water flows to wash the sand away, like darkness from my face.
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