THREE HOURS OF WALKING AND GETTING WET FROM RAIN

we’re

going

poem

and

I

 

little

poem

 

imperceptible

 

unnoticed

 

poe

in

everything

 

in the rain that is falling

 

mild eyes of the man

 

plucked carnation flower on the wet asphalt

 

pat... pat...

 

patters the rain on my hood

 

I’m catching bubbles in the water that is pouring down the roadside

 

I’m a child

 

 

poem

child

 

 

child

of

all

beings

 

 

one

and

only

child

 

 

a

child

of

all

life

 

 

a

child

of

immortal

life

of

all

beings

 

 

...great-great-grandsons great-grandsons grandsons and children are redeeming

the evils of their fathers grandfathers great-grandfathers and great-great-grandfathers...

dedicated to all victims of concentration camps that are kept secret in

all times and all regions hence in these times and regions as well

 

for the second time now I see how an old granny lets her old dog to go out of her

house and sends it to poo in front of her neighbours’ houses across the street

 

 

a poem

despite

 

 

sings flow

 

sorrow is turning on

 

innocence is immortality

 

younglings of all beings are lovers to all beings

 

all younglings are guarding every child

 

 

a

child

is

giving

birth

to

a

poem

 

 

god

is

saddest

when

my-his

singing

isn’t

god

 

 

God finds it most painful when I hurt somebody with my love to God

 

God

 

 

y

o

u

 

 

You make my I

 

Your words are within me

 

You are my You-I