it has always been
and will always be
what you wanted from
the very beginning:
walking with the crowd
in the middle of those
trees below the clouds
heavy with their carried
pregnancies of grayness
and when it rains when
all the women open their
umbrellas and the men
ready with their caps and
the children hold on to
their fathers or mothers
you continue walking alone
this time whistling a song
unheard of by everyone....
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