[Unfathomable, just like when I rinse the dirty dishes in the warm...]

Poem By Miroslav Kirin

Unfathomable, just like when I rinse the dirty dishes in the warm, gushing water,
put them aside to dry, and my face is aglow with happiness.
With an unmeant easiness I open the window to let in the fresh morning air.
The water is boiling, and from the silvery box I add four teaspoons of coffee.
You are still fumbling in the bathroom but you're coming.
With the cup of coffee in my hand I make my way to the table and sit:
at that moment a woman in the building across the street shakes up her sheet.
The sheet flashes white and she quickly withdraws her hands, as if they were
her shame, suddenly made visible.
But do notice how easy it is, with a few jerks shake out all that has amassed.

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