Old Phoenix palm umbrela
with fruit trees and tall flowering shrubs
to form a canopy over the Yard
Where shade would lay all year round
If time had two eyes and a face
It would look to the sky and feel the temperature of the seasons
The shade is the only cool place through rainless january days
The earth naked to the laughing leaves
Late friend the blueberries have ripened
And from here to otaki their fruit forms
Would you dare go by foot under pines in the night
Like the wild dog hiding from the moonlight
No your courage is for show friend
Time is ticking as the Phoenix palm rots from the inside out
The grassless soil below transparente as your fear
January evenings your mouth boasts out and puts in beer
The window sills will be as sad as stationary you come april
No more heat to take hold of you, move your lazy carcass
You can hear your dead father screaming leave this place
For nothing grows there´s no laughter for jokes and you´re always broke
Don´t let your Peace be cut by the hands of time
The surface roots cracking earth are alarm bells that started ringing years ago.
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