Poezie

the plea

1 min lectură·6 februarie 2011

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The hedgehog didn’t

stand any chance,

however hidden in the grass,

however peaceful seemed

the morning.

The child’s enthusiasm,

carried on partly

by the green bicycle,

partly by the rapid light,

managed to get the creature

under, as if the writer

planned it for a strictly

fictional purpose.

I didn’t myself catch

all of the image, however

interested in the daily

occurrences of mere death.

So I can only

suppose that in a glimpse,

- mine or the writer’s -

under that carefree sky,

the boy’s head pointed

elsewhere, the hedgehog

was smashed.

Nevertheless, the bicycle

didn’t flinch, nor the

rest of the characters.

I stood still.

My dearest, wrote the writer

one day, when the light

was running equally fast,

shattering all form of

forgetfulness,

I so very much need

you to ceaselessly wander

as if you weren\'t

grown up by now and

be real for me.

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nica mădălina. “the plea .” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/nica-madalina/poezie/13970633/the-plea

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