to believe
in miracles
in the idea
that things
you really
want to happen
will happen
mist
covering the city
everything
wet though it is not raining
you have to
be open
to be
afraid of death
ultimately
means to be
afraid of
life
it is
November after
all
what kind of miracle
get real
could possibly happen in November?
clothes
covering people
in layers
upon layers
until
Christmas there will be
no people
left, just clothes
carrying
bags with gifts
and rain
or snow
what kind of miracle
could happen in November
of course one wants to withdraw
totally
from everything
to become human again
in the depth of ones own thinking
people really cover me in
layers upon layers of bad feelings
between November and March
if you can
keep your heart open
even in November
even under
all those layers
of clothes
of wetness
of mist
of bad feelings
(I saw you in November
I did not look at you
it felt like a victory)
for a short
moment
then defeat
again
what kind of miracle
could happen in November
when all the miracles
the blossoming
of cherrytrees
© Susanne Becker
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