Desire

The Table was a Table

The man with the joy of living
Put his keys on the table
Put his flowers in the copper pot
Put his milk and eggs
Put the light coming from the window
The sound of the bicycle the sound of the winder
Put the softness of bread and air
The man put on the table
The things happening in his mind
What was his desire in life
He put just that
Who he loved and who he did not
The man put those to the table too
Three times three made nine
The man put nine on the table
The window was right there the sky right there
He reached and put eternity on table
He wanted to drink a beer since so many days  
He put on the table the pouring of the beer
Put his sleep and awakeness
Put his fullness and huger
 
The table was a table
It didn’t move with so many burdens
It shook for a moment and halted
The man was persistently putting
 
Edip Cansever
 

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