Wheat Ears-Selected Poems

Posted: 29/11/2022 by vequinox in Literature

Memory Pleats

Since many forgotten things

lurked in the pleats of memory

we all knew the meaning of

the forbidden fruit and

we followed a blind man

as if we needed an errorless guide

in the start of the twenty first century

and him, with the severed arm,

hid behind the robin’s song

as if to decipher our thoughts

when we often sat by our eastern balcony

and enjoyed the fresh breeze

of the August evening

as it was truly obvious that

we couldn’t fool the children any longer

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