Again
you send the vowels
by post
and again spring pours down the gutters in snowflakes
while
barefoot
with frozen eyelids
I hunt butterflies
the commas boiled over again
in thermoses
and some are baked
colorful bread
on an open fire
while on the old one
repainted table
I'm making a sentence
from your absences

...anyone else
plucked spring from the roofs
painted a self-portrait
putting together a mosaic
from vagueness
yes, at least tonight
out loud
I say
while spring December
captures
stumbling remnants of reality
shout
... in which corner of the eye
with my foster home
your flaming silence

... and to survive! Again
you send the vowels
by post
and again spring pours down the gutters in snowflakes
while
barefoot
with frozen eyelids
I hunt butterflies
the commas boiled over again
in thermoses
and some are baked
colorful bread
on an open fire
while on the old one
repainted table
I'm making a sentence
from your absences

...anyone else
plucked spring from the roofs
painted a self-portrait
putting together a mosaic
from vagueness
yes, at least tonight
out loud
I say
while spring December
captures
stumbling remnants of reality
shout
... in which corner of the eye
with my foster home
your flaming silence

...and to survive!
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