Blind Apprentice Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Despite what happened
I remember you stepped on eggs
and in cotton, as if it were
to some fair in the clouds
buy honey, water and air.What was done
of the fair: did you move or go bankrupt?
was it illegal or a small earthquake
prevented you from continuing with the offers?
On what surface do you tread today, perhaps
no longer practice to dodge nails,
spit, shards of glass and blood pools,
of papers, tires, cans and smoke
of piracy, perhaps you lack the spirit
to try to be what you never were.