Berlin

Berlin

Samstag, 16. August 2014

august


in august
you clear the table.
slowly every movement
can become practise to live traceless.

summer is packing its suitcase,
hesitantly kissing the apples,
falling too early this year,
with its fading light.
every encounter with the world
aimed to be itself,
preparing to enter
the quietude of fall and winter,
to become a shadow of what is.

I want to swim one more time.
so subtle, that the lake looks
like a piece of dark green velvet.

no traces – just me and the water.

© Susanne Becker

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