Umbrellas
for a while now
each night
comes regularly
and tyrannizes me
and crucifies me
and wounds me deeply
deathly
the word
banner
and I worry
being wild
and always ask
what this
might be again
and what
this strange
disturbance
means
is it perhaps
the message
of death and Joy
some gift
of goddess
Demetra or is it perhaps
what they call
crowbar (lotus) belt?
A thunderbolt
that fell
inside
a glass of milk
or perhaps
simply
the layered
tentacles
of a hippocampus
that sings
in the
morning, sunless parks
of the north
with the white
columns
the dust
of the statues
and the dead girl
we all loved
passionately
like a flower
and we named her
with the hurting
word
window
when we were young
very young
children?
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