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RE: Being 44 is Like 4:30 in the Afternoon
Hah! "the softer light won't harm your furniture". The house as metaphor for body. Beautiful Yahia.
Of course, in your twenties... who care about the @#$%ing furniture! :D
Ah, you noticed, my friend! Yes, everything is a metaphor for something else, for everything else...
Thank you, for reading and singling out that line — I was going to make it the title of the poem or, maybe, just The Softer Light. Yes, I think that’s the way to go :)