At
the base, the salt
rests
as words
waiting
to
pop
into
one's mouth
feeling
the readiness to
taste
the
nature of desire
at
the top, the water
rinses
the
fine layer of sky
melting
into
tiny crystals
of
blue
and
white
purges
the
in-between
surgery
of
every day's
life
©
José Coelho, 2015
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