He shook the apple in his fist
And cried ” this is the world”
As above the sun was the Eternal acrobat
That tires the eye and teaches
The heart to leap
While kicking the snow he cried
” See the faces”…
And at night when he lies down
To sleep
The master with his wooden cart
Collects the faded stars
And puts them in the unforgettable
Matchbox
Of sparks and memories.
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Malcolm Paul
Picture Bruno Schulz
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