The man walks the roads
To visit his grandmother
Whom he's longed to meet.
Sun, shines bright,
Sky, is yellow,
No clouds at all,
Long way, long roads,
dust, dirt and soil,
below his feet.
hot
it is.
He walks by.
To visit his grandmother whom he's longed to see.
He notices a bicycle on the way
That is not his
but what is his if this is not?
He's not sure to take it.
He's hungry and he hates apples
but the road is full of apple trees.
He runs.
and runs to visit his grandmother
whom he's longed to see.
from far away
he can see her house,
and the smell of berry pie,
and orange juice.
when he reaches there,
she's dead.
He buries his grandmother,
whom he's longed to meet,
under an apple tree.
and there is no praying, no grave, no funeral ceremony,
no one to break his silence.
He eats the berry pie,
and drinks the orange juice,
and sleeps on his grandmother's bed,
which still smells of her.
