Like In The Old Movies
Under the pretext of care
a real care takes place,
and the worries are over
at least until the next morning
with its muted white light
but what an advantage, dear
you are at home
the winds and rains are outside -
sometimes it’s important to notice
but later, maybe the same evening
it doesn’t matter
because the night creeps in
as it usually does, all of sudden
and like in the old movies
the sign” the end” appears
in the damp air
over the darkened foliage.
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