On his desk, in his office he sits
& looks through another page of a file in a folder.
He duly fills the cases with figures and text,
Of achievements to expect if funds are accorded
From others who sit at their desks and probably sight
As they look through another page of a file in a folder.
His heart beats.
‘The danger of depression is great these days’, she says, ‘protect yourself, protect yourself my children.’ And then she chants with a juvenile voice as the fire consumes another fruit, another flower. I mumble, try to follow these words I don’t understand. The smoke, my eyes I close.
How long since? My questions, my body dissolve in repetitions of vibrations I don’t understand. Her yellow face, red cloths, warm smile and too much smoke. Her simple words. A home for my thoughts, a chair for my back and aching knees. Blue skies. So close.
How long since?
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