this could be the two of us

we crept through late night back alleys
like shrivelled wounded animals
looking for broken glass and spilled fluids
rear door to domain ajar
inside: orange lights and
war torn constables

we crept between garbage bins with wheels
pleasant feet in dirty water
followed the call of distant book
and lo!
she holds it in her hands
a cover adorned with white flowers
particles of naked lights, swimming
“these are your fairies” I tell her
her face becomes a chorus of children

#poetry #irvingpaulpereira


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