Blue Coffee
Something changed.
Weather.
The structure of clouds.
Sky resembles blue coffee.
With traces of grey milk.
And the yellowish cream.
Thousands of waitings.
Have you reread “The Keys to December”?
As if somebody switched off
The last refrigerating unit on this planet.
The ultimate end of winter.
Do you remember?
Something changed.
Weather.
The structure of clouds.
Sky resembles blue coffee.
With traces of grey milk.
And the yellowish cream.
Thousands of waitings.
Have you reread “The Keys to December”?
As if somebody switched off
The last refrigerating unit on this planet.
The ultimate end of winter.
Do you remember?
March 23, 2015
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