east / west
for her, the sun rises
beyond the tree hill
23 minutes later
than forecasted on the weather page
which seems to be based on a flat world
of no memory
yesterday gone already
the moment the hands of time
reach midnight,
while the easter rabbit and his chickens
are born in shelves of super markets
that forgot about the real meaning
of things
and times
~~
photo: easter 1 year ago
poem: 7/30
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