Purification - Poem by Thaddeus Thierisch
All at once:
The ice on the lake and violets on its shore,
Friendly eyes of a German Sheppard and
Empty bungalows glances,
A black woodpecker fly and
Frogs croak -
Everything goes together.
Memories and future plans,
Bench hardness and softness of wine,
Spring warmth of the sun and winter frost,
Emptiness and fullness,
Watching while slumbering.
A look to the Heavens:
And their marks are forming a cross
Planes are passing each other,
To which I nail my past.
Let it not resurrect.
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