Terrarium

Remember the generous hours and days
Which copiously filled the leaves of us
And our novel life…

Now that time has stolen from us
We are shy once again, Adam and Eve
Forgets how routine this all used to be.
The unfamiliar rhythm seizes us
For one day in each week
To perforate the longing earth,
Ache growing to the edges…

These are the green days where letters speak
For our dancing fingers, where words whistle
And form the hemispheres. Only today:
Platitudes all disappear in the precious jar,
Turn into moisture…

Lick the droplets clean for survival,
Mark this territory in time with your scent.
You with your grass ring, alternate universe,
You in your green suit, eternal forest.

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