*Maybe
Flowers*
Objects,
apparently
inoculate
some neutrality
among
people
The
simple presence
of
a table between strangers
or
a glass vase
a
glass, a clean, transpicuous, empty glass
Maybe
flowers -
flowers
mean much more
than
the space they
occupy
Their
invisible moistened arms
embrace
strangers
their
color
speaks
of composition
their
scent
becomes
an addiction
Why
not the sun
The
sun will undress
strangers
and make them
think
in
liquid blank verse
think
in
blind sentences
or
even melt
the
bodies, the objects
Guns
are objects, too
Too often found on tables
between
strangers
© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho
Its crazy how such a simple, poignant idea can power a poem. Immediately engaging and delicate work.
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