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Love poem

 

Feather duster.

Birdcage made of whispers.

Tail of a black cat.

 

I’m a child running

With open scissors.

My eyes are bandaged.

 

You are a heart pounding

In a dark forest.

The shriek from the Ferris wheel.

 

That’s it, bruja

With arms akimbo

Stamping your foot.

 

Night at the fair.

Woodwind band.

Two blind pickpockets in the crowd.

 

Charles Simic

Done