Free verse

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snowflakes

Sir,
through the hole in your pocket 
these words fell
like snowflakes

I’ve come after you
to return them all

Look, they glisten
in my frozen hands

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wild strawberries

Love is such an old legend
I’ve come to tell you of dead angels
but wild strawberries slip off my fingers
under the grass I hear your steps

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dawn

Dawn is the time of fear
when suddenly I find

no voice in my throat
ceiling blank,
no miracles

birds that keep on singing
I belong elsewhere

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defect

This telephone
is temporarily
out of service
                                                      
This street
leads only
to my attic

Today again
I shift the light
and drift alone
to the world of words