Morning Observations
Each two
secs, the shovel draws it’s quarter
of a circle
Each two secs, I see it emerging into the sky
Each two secs, I see it emerging into the sky
as if breathing
Each two secs, we revolve together
Each two secs, we revolve together
inwards
Each two secs, you become more and more
Each two secs, you become more and more
my certainty
Each two secs, you pull me closer to
Each two secs, you pull me closer to
your rotation
Each two secs
Each two secs
The wind
blows peacefully
while we sleep.
while we sleep.
© 2015,
José Eduardo Coelho
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