Rumors
I have entered that place,
that age, which is half living
and half just waiting.
Changes have come
and more are coming,
things deteriorate.
It is springtime too,
the blackbirds are whistling,
the roses are blooming.
The river is high from
melting snows and rain,
it roars by, night and day.
Children are playing
while the adults wear
expressions of disquiet.
There are rumors that
the future will not be
what it used to be.
We are together now,
in this time, in this state,
in this age of penultimacy.
by S. Abbas Raza,
June 6, 2026, for Margit
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