Friday, September 16, 2016

In front of the University Library

Thank you so much for the sun that falls
to the ground like an apple
and smiles like a simile.

She is not happy. She is old like a plum.
She seems to be in really much pain and
the pain is the life that goes like a train.
Most certainly her space needs to grow wider.

Over the contruction
the crane opens itself like a fist
like a spider under the clouds 
over the red bricked university roof
over the maple.

Everything is much better now.
Everything is already much better now.

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