The rose in the copper vase - She entered dressed in her timidness

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The rose in the copper vase - She entered dressed in her timidness

 

 

The rain fell slowly
as if not wanting to
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind
that the heat left behind

She entered 
through the open window
sifting with ther timidness 
the penumbra now 
already cool
already cool. x2

The houses 
and things 
were still
still still
letting themselves 
be touched 
by her presence

and the drowsy time looked at her
like a child like a child  

No one spoke
only she sang
and more than sing 
she hummed 
a slow tune 
that moved 
the feeling

What fragrance

her drops gave off
shiny and pale
fresh
like a young rose
that perfumes the sitting room
in a copper vase