The Line of Life
in a thick milk bottle
a dark green one
which grandfather found on the beach after the war
having inside a shriveled yellow paper
without any drawing
without any inscription
the grandmother's ashes stayed for a while
grandmother being skinny
the bottle was almost empty
so the grandfather put the paper back in place
when he missed her
he took the bottle
put it on his chest
and spoked to her
and when my grandmother had to answer him
he was turning it like an hourglass
and so he did for two years
until he crouched too
(although it was harder
because he was hefty)
in the milk bottle
then
to make room for him
I finally took that sheet
and I stuck it on the window
when it rains on the sea and it`s lightning
on both sides of the paper
two overlapping palms can be seen
one of a woman
and the other of a man
crossed in filigree
by a single line of life
nothing else
Copyright © Valentin Busuioc | Year Posted 2018
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