Nothing but Eyes
António José Cravo
Poet & Photographer, Portugal
don't know what legs are
words neither
nothing but eyes
sea in front
my father on the boat
the boat on the sea
my mother networking
net has arrived
everybody choosing fish
i can see all this
lost on everything i don't understand
tomorrow
i'll be there not knowing it today
i start to learn
that being a child here
is nothing but foam
sea leaves on sand
and will vanish with sun and salt
this is my kindergarden
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