She

She wants to live
in a world
without man-made lights.
Let her – says the carpenter.
No, are you crazy?
It is an invention,
the one of light,
so people can see what they are doing.

What else does she want?
The painter wonders.
To love the moment
and erase the clouds.

She smiles.
The light fades.
The touch is almost forgotten.
The tears are ready.

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Photograph by Wrangler