riding bicycles
down the road.
Treacherous
in search of
green lawn in the shade,
shadowlights,
in search of
'I thought it would have happened'
million years, mud,
a thousand microscopic items of pollen
in the wind,
nowhere fast
nowhere late,
searching for 'hey,
remember now",
hey slow down look at the river and the passing birds
in flight
on river shores.
2 comentaris:
El meu anglès d'anar per casa em limita molt, i no he llegit quasi poesia en anglès, però la cosa m'ha sonat bé. I té ritme.
Xavier, agraïsc els teus amables comentaris.
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