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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.

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Komal Walimbe

Date: 12/19/2022 9:48:00 PM

Amazingly penned! "what importance is there in what we think" True indeed! what we think is what we are...

Marco Chies
Date: 12/21/2022 10:33:00 AM

Your words of encouragement are always welcome, komal!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/12/2022 1:21:00 PM

I found the actions of your poem most interesting, Marco..."sparrows walking," "clouds run," sun watches us, "ivy growing" all of this movement and still there is a status quo. Also, the notes of fatalism "killers safe on TV," "what importance is there in what we think???" Good writing, my friend.

Marco Chies
Date: 12/13/2022 10:11:00 AM

Thank you very much, Milton. When we confront our small size against the size of the Universe, we can only be human and act like humans.