Eleni Cay

Oh, no, it’s raining again!

You can take a bus, a plane,
walk around with colourful umbrellas,
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You are the grass,
lazy afternoon sun
running down
the shaft to the bulb of a golden hair.
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You no longer remember
When you tasted colours, felt sounds,
capering from one cloud to another one,
not desiring anything, not missing anyone,
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I want to be the first one you check when you wake.
Be the only item you always carry, be your mirror,
your walking CCTV, your tangible memory.
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Enwrapped in lush green leaves, you did not know
you carry them within, those tiny cells, which one day,
when the time is right, completely dissolve your old self,
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The shelves of your forehead wrinkles
are still undusted. I scrub them clean with hot tears,

carefully placing selected stories
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The scent of cherry blossoms still lingers
on the muddy pavement.

We may never see each other again
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We have journeyed all the way to the blackness of birches' skin,
cried so loud that we could not sustain the weight
of our bodies and the tempest within.
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Don't tell me we are all in the same boat,
your empathy words infect my throat!
I studied in the small hours of the night,
worked hard to afford the first class,
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