What for?

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Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971

What for?

By Vladimir Huber

We build skyscrapers
trying to reach the sky
shouting loud to be heard,
stuffing mirrors and lagoons
with jewels and colored paper,
and we swear that
the wire that we walk on,
has its life forever;
and then, if we realize.

Sometimes we go by a mountain
and we see the bird and the flower,
the frog and the tree,
but we can’t see the colored papers
or those thirsty hands
trying to get a kiss from the clouds;
and still, if we realize.