Barking
by Jim Harrison
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.
Hoje sentimo-nos assim:
os great outdoors, o desvanecer do calendário e o alienar da rotina.
Tudo numa constante viagem entre o passado e o presente.
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