I was walking
the early afternoon
under a black umbrella –
even though it was sunny,
in New York – that aura!
I never did it before…
and I heard
that we lost Michael Jackson –
some medication accident.
His images were on TV
everywhere:
under a black umbrella –
even though it was sunny
in Los Angeles.
They thought, he was unruly
and threated him cruly
in his Neverland.
They called him “wacko”,
they thought he was lucky
living with a lot of pleasure,
yet it was mostly pressure.
He was shy and fragile,
kind and magic.
To Michael Jackson
© Copyright: Татьяна-Валентина Мамонова, 2009
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