Els Moors Poems

then I came home
I threw my heavy bag
off of me in the corridor
you stood waiting for me
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the sky is an arch within which
the city pigeon limps through
the litter in the street
the grey trees stand at the window
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the water floating by is the water
I can see
the boat in which I lie rocks
with my legs over the side
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on the roof of the house with the wind vane
a heron takes off on a steep incline
all the guests walk slowly to
the pond that is filled to the brim
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I am the gardener with an alibi
and a purple ski suit
I am maintaining the premises
on which the golf balls are hit
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on my way to a house
where a cat is waiting for me it's muggy
my lungs groan under the weight of
tiles floors and then some rocks
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if I follow something on the street: an ice cube footprints
mushrooms shoot like pistols out of the ground
a waitress lies buried in bed she says
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the girl stretches her legs and
points at the bird that has dared
to venture the closest to her
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the horse is not a horse
but it stands in the wings
and I pat its mane
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if I touch an abyss I don't understand
I live I am illuminated I'm burning
under the sun just like the sun I am
just like the sun
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