A fog of warm breath created I on my window On the railing of whose, sat a doused black crow. A new day, just like every other yesterday but for A solitary calm and a few souls hidden under their umbrella.
Condensed outside and dark inside, I held a candle close to my breast. Cold and shuddering, they made flashes of brilliant light And sounds of deafening laughter for a joke someone had cracked last night The shadows spread once again in preparation to their assault And with the blink of an eye the exodus poured downwards.
The raincoats were hence dug out of their coffins, Gum boots came out of their hiding. It caused traffic jams everywhere, and made people run for shield. In the embrace of a friend’s chatter, it made me happy to sit idly and watch.
