Eva Beylich

Expectant outlooks
into the New Year.
Resolutions.
The first one rises into the sky -
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Every day I leave a picture
that others paint of me
at the place of the deed.
There it turns cheerful - without me.
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Autumn is still too young
to find itself in a leaf.
It trains in the wind
and let's the rain fall.
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Endless seems the time
of the sundial on the
hot, delapidated wall.
The lizard lies lazily
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There were times
when people didn't know yet
that overripe, bad grapes
yield an especially fine wine.
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Wafts of mist draft as
soft-focus lenses of
time over the hot spring.
Bulging bodies wallow
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Blank sheet of birth
lies on glass, blackened,
ready for imprint.
Each pressure leaves
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Sand trickles through your glass years.
Rough nights and days are gone in pain.
Don't spill, don't waste a grain.
Keep dry your secret hoard of tears.
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Power to Probe

Some bonds seem broken
no longer solidly connected
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Corona

And while you are still building
towers, they start to crumble.
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