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Sunshine on an unmade bed
a philosophical good morning
to fix the old house.
I´d like to nap comfortably
and completely alone
on a bus
standing up.
Buses mind their own
messy business.
They leave you alone
a long time to learn
what the point was

Nothing important

A dead bug?

How will it look anyway?

The translators are certain
it will feel like crisp slate
under your fingers

although surprises
are always hard
to decipher.