collage:moj
At a good time of falling body
butterfly was hiding behind a wall of dust
fluttering through an unseen skin
and shadows of september
were singing a song of sorrow
and loved the shadows
who took the dust wall with them
at a sad time of falling body .
A hand came through the wall
at a time of withering
of orchards
and sun
and earth
a recurring time of man and butterfly
a time of time of curtain fall
a hand to become a dust palm
at a sad time of
falling body
1990
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