#NaPoWriMo: For Oskar



Perhaps you have found love,

like a silkworm peeking

over the edge of her half-gnawed leaf,

or a pale wave crashing, carrying boats,

hopelessly onto the broken shore;

or a park bench soaking, in storm

that drives the world to silence,

or a red light blinking, dreaming

all the traffic stopping dead.


The clock keeps ticking, owls hooting,

because you have found love.

Or, perhaps you have not,

for the night comes probing

your quivering, crying heart.

Should you be suspicious, then

pull back the curtains for sure:

When the knocking on window begins,

only invite the right one in.


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