Saturday, 30 September 2017

a weight to be raised

a desk, over one hundred years old, repaired and resored just a bit, just a little
holding all of the reciepts and odd letters and bills.
all paid
all done

A window, dark in the early morning, then lighter.

And a head filled with dead matter, a weight to be raised from the pillow.

Give up.
That will not work today, because it does not need to work today.

A window, light in the late morning
get up, walk about,
and the illness of the last few days makes the welcome suggestion to return to bed.
There is no need today.

The son brings a cup of coffee.
Today doente, mal, sick, krank.
all these things from mal a tĂȘte to dor de cabeca a headache day, a day locked in

But the son is up and doing his homework.
So much to do.

The wife is up
Somewhere in Landshut, looking at the second hand markets.

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