to watch clouds and dogs
and people pass
is it, i ask, less dangerous
maybe or more pleasure
than to get up
and mingle with the noise
of life on the street,
the shout of a mother
and the hooting of cars
the wailing of children,
the sighs of the crippled
and the kisses of couples
in traffic jams
is it, i ask, maybe
a bit sad to refuse
and sit on this bench
until it is time
for another coffee
or a glass of wine,
an orange juice
a sandwich
or time to go
home whereever it is
in the company of gulls
and cats and shadows
is it safe to close my eyes
and dream
or not dream
is it safe to be alive?
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