Black Stick of Trees

Last days of leaving summer
Autumn always comes fast, first cold night
Brains are like in lethargy, just as if numb
Trees beyond the window seems enormous black sticks
Trembling in the wind as if they're scared
And so animals are afraid
Each in his burrow, in thin downy fur
And before the morning
Their blood will freeze in the cracks of road asphalt

I quickly went through light and dove into the darkness
I walk on lonesome streets, hiding in thicket shadow bushes
Endevour not to make a single sound, entirely silent
Onto worn and scratched table lying postcard before me

Varicoloured abstract pattern, blurs and bands
I take thin dip pen, letters like daggers and wings
Kiss the card as if it was the very sweetest mouth on Earth
And i write nobody no one



Credits
Writer(s): Wentzel Rollmann
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