Scarecrow
Spread
night terrors
those scarecrows
straw
and grudge...
his straw eyes
outshine
the street lights
- where they transit
darkness arises
spit it on the ground
and meandering
between archaic words
Horror
those scarecrows
they roughly tread
on bare feet
reopening the wounds
that time healed.
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Fled
he left one morning and did not return
but left in its place the attachment
- the attachment of having breakfast together
to go to the market
to comment
new hollywood movies
and recently released books
love is gone...
like a bird released from prison
today spends the night in the desert
and write on the walls of a castle
poems with uncertain destinations
love is gone
but his shadow of a freed bird remained
stitched to my ankles!
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© Isabel Furini
Curitiba, Brazil
isabelfurini@yahoo.com.br
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