A thunderstorm beats around the edge of your balcony
it is calm, we say, this potential gathering of clouds
the wind blows eastward, taking with it leaves
shoots and dust, it is calm, a quiet noise around the house
it is summer and the streets are boiling
with a hint of those who have started to feel, it's calm
we speak of the sea that is high and infested
with jellyfish and human skins
it is calm, how we raise our heads to face mornings
that are full when they bend us in half
all is calm here, in the safest points of the mountain
where we overlook the sleepers and refuse to see
how calm turns us over in the head.
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