The rose buds did not open
this year and you began to suspect.

The wind at your back
felt more like a push.

Balloons that filled the sky
Like swollen swallows

Saddened you because
it took such inhalation

such exhalation. You decided
to do everything

in and out, to try to copy
the breath, everything up

and down, to copy the chest.
But the cough, which catches

you by surprise each time,
gives you away and the head

scarves in your wardrobe
tell your secrets.

04/04/2006

Posted on 04/04/2006
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