‘Equinox’ Poem
Written by The Silicon Tribesman. All Rights Reserved, 2021.
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Fluorite on Quartz Cínovec / Zinnwald, Erzgebirge; Krusné Hory Mts, Saxony & Ústí Region , Germany & Czech Republic
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And that's when it happened. When he came along.
“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!”
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deafening silence
She was remote, somehow, and still, in the way that a tree is still, even as the air stirs its leaves.
Poznan is a city where people live, not visit.
For a grey Monday in October, blessed with some iffy weather, the only handful of tourists they encounter congregates just before 12 in front of the City Hall for the display of butting rams.
But Fili and Kili are not among them; instead they’re inside a XV century town house right above the tourists, learning how to make St. Martin’s Croissants.
Except, in a cruel twist of fate, it’s Fili, who’s been picked to roll up the finicky dough together with the white poppy seed filling.
Kili is practically vibrating, from where he’s been cruelly overlooked among the audience.
“This requires more than just the one pair of hands,” Fili mutters rebelliously, because between the two of them, a blind man would have still picked Kili for this kind of work. “Kili, you fancy lending me yours?” he nominates, before the guy in charge can pick someone else, or worse yet, take over himself.
Kili, obviously, does. He very, very much does.
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