MORNING AND EVENING

In the morning
you see death
looking through the window
at the garden
the cruel bird
and the quiet cat
on the branch

passing
on the street outside
is the phantom-car
the supposed driver
the man with the broom
the gold teeth
laughs
and in the evening
at the cinema
you see
what you didn’t see in the morning
the joyful gardener
the real car
the kisses with the real couple

that death is not liked
by the cinema

Morning and evening