Napkin

 

After everything I’ll love less of the world

as if it were already behind me

as if after so much blind life

not seeing true stars

or the face of my wife

I’ll call close to me her breath

(which is the lullaby of all humble discoveries)

and so I will go out.

I think the going will be green

sadly joyful, satisfied.

 

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