Goodbye
and wipe your civilized feet on the lawn
scorched by the fire of the hours
let the happy afternoons at the shopping center
rest on the old shelf balanced on the bricks
carefully get out of the loaded car
with the bags of old clothes
that you would donate after the flood
if you had the heart you never had
send a hug to picturesque uncle
who fought with the whole family
because of politics
blow away the ash of good and bad dreams
the sparks of sad and happy thoughts
and the summary of failed loves
push aside the fridays of the earth
the frustrated encounters
the wishes piled up in the attic of the mind
and the disappointments
cataloged and buried for years
because today you can suddenly say goodbye
to a life of thank you, excuse me and please
to enter less heavy and not so triumphant
in the reality of a universe that dematerializes
and in which your dust means absolutely nothing
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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