Poezie

Dior tie

1 min lectură·20 iulie 2011

Mediu

after he’d made a knot

to his son’s Dior tie & sent him off

I am sure he turned something on

like a radio, played some blues

then rested his hands on a pillow

although I would’ve preferred them on me

and I know he had the feeling grandpa

used to feel when all his hay was sheltered

and the rain could start if it wanted to

but I wasn’t there, nor the mum of his son

I almost went into his room showed him

my red painted nails put his arms around to dance

he would’ve liked that now, I kept quiet

instead never told him it is too late

and there was a time, yeah

yet, I am proud

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Motoc Lavinia. “Dior tie.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/motoc-lavinia/poezie/13985300/dior-tie

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