Denying Pinocchio Nose by Rodica Dragomirescu - HTML preview

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XIV

 

I try to remember

A summer of my childhood

When I took my terry dog

At the seaside, it was warm and  it was

                                                 September.

 

The leaves were still green

And the trees seemed to me

Glorious and free.

I wish I had been

 

More aware of my happiness

And of the peace we all felt.

I remember the brightness

Of the sky and an old belt

 

Which I used to carry the toy dog

Whose name was Pierre,

My mother seemed to despair

Because she couldn’t pronounce

 

His French name.

It was the same

Dog that now leys on my bed

Expecting me to come to sleep instead

 

Of writing or reading.

I get the feeling

That I’m a child again

When he waited for me in the same

 

Position, and maybe

He barked to tell me “Good night! ”

And to ask me to stay by his side

Happy and free.