607 – heartbreak (poetry)

Children in the Street, 1915, Edvard Munch

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João-Maria

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TRANSCRIPT

607 - heartbreak

Flames now shape
  a dulled european growth. The sky outlines
 the faintest struggle. Part of it
 is smoke. Part of it
 is memory. 

My mother conjures up a sigh
 for her fifty-seventh summer. She wishes
 for us to be children again, and she regrets
 having demanded so much of us. 

A road narrows along our irises; the limit
 of our youth is a dark echo. We bloomed
 without a bud. We went missing.

We will never be absolved
 of the space we occupied
 of the space we left empty
 of the space we consumed

oh, how dinky flattened dandelions 
	were we. Blank storms
    in a night stalling dreamlessly. 

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