Jan Strządała

GREEN NIGHTSHIRT

It was intense

you said

a few words with a feeble voice

the sun and the air flooded our eyes

a tram stopped

and on the other side

children were coming back from school

he weighted 3 kilograms

enough for his first day

I was looking at the city hospital windows

it was all the same to me

who else would still be born

unwittingly

I was listening to your heart's beating

in the morning air

a pale green shirt

was falling on your hips.

                                            1 marca 2003

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