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Kent 03
Ein alter Mann geliebt wird im winter mit blumen. An old man loved is winter with flowers.
They call that a proverb. I call it poetry. A poem doesn’t flinch away from reality, and the reality is that old age is winter. But a poem takes reality and very precisely unzips it, revealing what is known but hidden. Even the youngest amongst us must know this to be true—an old man loved IS winter with flowers.
Winter has settled on this man, yet it does not weigh him down. His skin may be pale and papery, but his eyes are as spicy as tellicherry pepper. His eyes do not flinch; they reveal what is known but may be hidden. Is this man loved?
He is now.
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