alone

alone



a small white feather
blown here and there.
it is in the wind,
where will it fall?

i listen here,
a bass like paws,
walking on a roof,
soft and slow

and the piano
like drops of rain,
one for one,
leaving ripples in my mind.

then silence,
the winter sun
scratches my heart,
a storm outside,

the shutters clatter,
a tired smile,
enough
to get up
and go.


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