1936/1945
For three days,
after nine years,
afternoon humbly
sunshine looks like a sweet bread,
is the man with gray hat
that sits waiting at the roundabout
pigeons in the park with my afternoon ...
... Today I come to it and I decide,
immense fund tracking a hug,
to look into his eyes and know
which are the same eyes that were once,
those eyes then arranged, framed
joy, my toys,
before they came looking for him.
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