FEBRUARY TOMATOES
Until winter relaxes her long thin fingers
When will we taste again our favorite fruit?
Come, wrap your hunger around you.
Arm yourself with emptiness.
Magnify the quiet echos of sunlight that are left in your veins.
Push away the noise of your life - shhhhhh!
Uncover the seed that you planted - remember?
See it, still there, waiting softly, like a wish.
Shots in the desert;
Young girl, blackbirds, ten thousand fish,
Lifeless, they voice the same prayer,
Venerable emissaries, they tell us;
All is beautiful here - open your door and hold it wide;
Nothing, noone should be left outside tonight.
This Candlemas night, join me.
Hour eleven, the theater will open.
Eleven cents is the cost of entry;
A penny and a dime.
The theatre closes at one.
Revisit the old playground where we learned to die together`
Eleven years ago.
