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The Greenhouse



In a small black town, your town,
where even trains linger unwilling,
anxious to be on their way,
in a park, defying soot and shadows,
a gray building stands lined with

Forget the snow, the frost’s repeat-
ed blows;
inside you’re greeted by a damp an-
thology of breezes
and the enigmatic whispers of vast
coiled like lazy snakes. Even an
couldn’t make them out.

Forget the sadness of dark stadiums
and streets,
the weight of thwarted Sundays.
Accept the warm breath wafting
from the plants.
The gentle scent of faded lightning
engulfs you, beckoning you on.

Perhaps you see the rusty sails of
ships at port,
islands snared in rosy mist, crum-
bling temples’ towers;
you glimpse what you’ve lost, what
never was,
and people with lives
like your own.

Suddenly you see the world lit dif-
other people’s doors swing open for
a moment,
you read their hidden thoughts,
their holidays don’t hurt,
their happiness is less opaque, their
almost beautiful.

Lose yourself, go blind from ecsta-
forgetting everything, and then per-
a deeper memory, a deeper recog-
nition will return,
and you’ll hear yourself saying: I
don’t know how—
the palm trees opened up my
greedy heart.

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