fringed rue

someone gave me a little
fringed rue. i’ve planted it
in a flowerpot

one morning i’ve found
on it’s leaves a green

it’s called on facebook
and wikipedia

between the green past
to the white-blackish future
i remember

i’ve forgotten
how to sit in silence
and prayer

how to turn
in a nameless moment
to the owner of wings


Memories of B. II


on a peaceful and quite 2nd watch
i am coming to your dream
with eyes still shut
you let me in


the evening rests in your white bed
the park’s grass hang from your hair
like holiday bells
i breath
and everything
passes through my lungs
without a though


© Guy Traiber


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