Six Minutes by Julian Isaacs

I am not a silent poet

Due to the cold war
warming up once again,
The sun only shone in Moscow
for six minutes this month.
In the time it took to soft boil two eggs,
twenty-three people fell in love,
a silenced poet found the page,
And a lunatic rolled over
under ultraviolet rays,
refusing to die.

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