Ginger can be grated
and thrown into hot water
in the morning before the ants wake up
and make yet another attempt
at the inside of the honey jar
which I have learned to tie up
in a plastic bag by now.
Ants are outwitted once again.
At this hour in the South American winter
the sky is pink, openning up.
In the quiet, everything seems more
fragile. You walk lighter,
you place things more gently,
you turn the pages more carefully.
Give me a kiss, too,
sacred Silence. It'll remain
between just the two of us --
I will never tell --
you can keep a secret,
can't you?
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