Pedestrian Passage

I lived on the withered poplars street
my trembling ankylosed eyes
slipped over that thin man
carelessly balancing his dark blue bag
on his shoulder
with smaller and tight steps
I kept dragging behind the early hours
towards the green school gate
uniform control sobriety moment
portfolio under my arm
keeping one hand in a pocket

my joints were still stung
by that halting gesture
when I did not say hello to him
for it was early morning
too topsy-turvy and unconventional
or because of that yellow traffic light
on my back
driving me on the other side
of that lonely pavement

in the evening it snows weakly
between trees burning with spring fever
passing red sparkling lights
wild fruits crushed in the past
under dawn toes

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