Thursday, May 14, 2020

Blowin’ in the Wind

Moscow, 1962

You grew tired of carrying my weight
you grew tired of my hands
of my eyes of my shadow

my words were fire
my words were deep wells

one day suddenly
you will feel inside
the imprints of my footsteps
walking away

and that weight will be the heaviest.


A discarded disposable glove flies in the wind in Barcelona, Spain. Photo: Nacho Doce/Reuters.

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