автор: Etrang

My birthday gifts
tick time dispassionately
a beautiful antique pendant
from a far-away lover
and a travelling desk clock
from a close boss

The pendant softly spills
over the edge of my desk
sweet promises and quiet dreams,
digital closeness, stolen at work
swarmed by crawling insecurities
and suspicions of indifference

The desk clock - a raw pizza pie
stretched over a desiccated tree
in the fold of my bicontinental dilemma
rooted in my sons` love for this land
in their selfish innocence
oblivious to my anguish