to a happy man
(one had it last night
on the basement the
two wine glasses, a blanket
and a pillow and some
stories about sweet nothings)
to a happy man in the morning
the rain is a song
a statue of venus smiles
the trees outside are in
a symphony with the wind
from the sea,
even that rock at the center
of the garden
sings,
the hot water on the kettle
whistles a tune
the carpet on the floor
lets go its well kept
silence....
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