1 june 2023
What Was Invisible
It is.
It was not.
The volcano was collapsing.
What was happening,
and what wouldn't happen.
I didn't want you to be
lost among my poems.
The window weeps.
Moon won't come to sit
on the palm tree in the
sight of a lonely pen.
Death comes on tiptoes
for the flamingo,
stranding in meditation.
A pack of wolves was waiting.
Who will pay
for speaking the truth?
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