drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
suddenly it’s springtime
sunshine and rabbits and flowers
your eyes smile
suddenly it’s springtime
March 19th
Between the clouds pales the sun’s snow-washed face
J turns to catch his shadow but it’s gone
His father left the village on St. Joseph’s Day
Across the mountains he walked and the sea held him close
Goodbye to my father, goodbye as the days grow
One day I will follow, go with you to the sea
snow dance
snow dance
snow dances
sun snow
sun snow
snow dances
snow danced
I’ll sleep when the clocks change
I’ll sleep when the clocks change
I’ll rest when the spring is here
I’ll feel the heat of the summer’s rage
and wonder where you are
Hipster beard
I grew a beard to be a hipster. But it was silvery grey, almost invisible. Someone said ‘broken hipster’, another ‘chipped hipster’. A third said a chip dipster sounded like someone who taste-tested ketchup for a living. So the beard went the next day. I sometimes miss it when I muse.
Dawning
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
from your dreams
dawning
as the light flows
as your freedom grows
as your time begins
dawning
I am evening
cool moon shining
soft eyes close
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
in my dreams
Day after the day after
blood seethes
seeds of new hope
hope bleeds
seeds of tomorrow
She said he snored
She said he snored like an alien bee. He said but only when I sleep. The next night he was silent and she dreamed of honey-sweet stings.
finally over
finally over
muscles burning; happy face
until the next time
simonsalento 