| Poetry |
A very short long week
III
You didn't know about it
but even yesterday
there was still a house in the future
waiting for us to move in
with many wide open windows
there were children,
we had children
and we had a lot of friendly words for each other
lots of light and long drives
and a playful waking up
before the children invaded our bedroom
there used to be a lot of sand in the children's shoes
in the future
and some salt water from the ocean
and they loved to,
we all loved to listen to you reading fairy tales
and today
there is only a grey picture
of some café
where in the new version of the future
we might have a cup of tea together
maybe once or twice
and maybe
an unimportant phone conversation
in a few years
and this last poem
by Bozena Intrator
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