The old man sitting on the bench next to me
under the tangerine tree
a string in his hands becomes slowly the cat's cradle
His gaze beyond the pavement and the asphalt
and the concrete
way beyond,deep in the city's bowels
that move and dribble and rattle
A lady dressed in black walks toward us now
with a bunch of cats behind her
she turns to me and with two burning eyes says
"fear the giant hook boy"
I have no words,my tongue is dry
and my thoughts are a little hazy
her walking stick taps rhythmically on the soiled tiles
Now it's getting cold
and the wind gets stronger
and the brown leaves
dancing madly
a distant roar
and the sky gets darker
and the first drops
they paint the ground red
The old man sitting on the bench next to me
under the tangerine tree
a string in his hands becomes slowly the cat's cradle
out of blue a friend arrived
a hearty handshake and a smile
they took the road to the coffee shop
and the world is safe now.
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