to land, set sail and disperse
as goblets full of water spilled by mistake
to celebrate, forgive and lock up the anger
as a raw yarn fallen into a cage
to be heard, get away
in silence
like grains of sand waiting to cross on the other side of the hourglass
signs of life
gestures of newborn respect
slight traces of care and concern
saving cracks in the concrete
under this gray suburban sky
Marco Bo
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