only the essential matters

a bird flys away
as i gaze to the east
.

I feel peace from the morning
with all the bread crumbs
still on the table
,
from even a month ago
.

and I didn't understand then
,
that when you came to me
you were saying
I love you
,
and when you mixed the pancake batter
you were saying
I love you
,
and when you put flowers on the sill
and when you hid candy eggs
and when you touched my stomach
and when you kissed my cheek
,
when you searched for a tree to plant
.

now the world is ablaze
and my feet feel the energy
through an open window
.

this play has been choreographed
and it is only the morning flock of pigeons
who threaten to give away this secret
.

 

 

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