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Shades
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Unpublished pieces
The flowers are bent with moisture.
Hard at work fighting the
rain as it scatters its drops
onto the ground.
Metal walls encircle the
spray painted zone
in the middle of
the field.
You were raised on meat and potatoes,
on solid food that gave you good foundation.
In translation, the water of the
perspiration would not have
much influence on you,
standing as you are
so masked with ego
and pride.
You are not staying for dinner,
nor are you invited to the death afterwards.
In summertime you un-web yourself
from the shades of solitude.
Isolate your food groups
into favoured and
unadorned.
You are talking about progress,
yet you are standing behind a wall.
And I, who must include myself
into your metal wall area,
can only shake my head
with troubled concern
aware that in doing so
I implicate myself too
Brilliant write!
Brilliant write!
Vive le Quebec libre!