Quartet of Short Poems no. 1

a wall with three pictures hanging on itFlowing sea, on the edge of winter,
Inside a cold crystal river.
And I wake up. August laps at my bones.


Slow-motion. Unstoppable,
Like the whirling of a tiny heart.
At the foot of a humming waterfall, incredulous, a dormant sine wave resonates.


Crystalline Luminescence.
Weeping bees enamored of the noontime.
And the enchantment is yours.
You own me like a gulp of air.


Sometimes, I feel pollen,
In the arms of the north wind.
Millions of children are watching me,
From the womb of impenetrable mothers.

On the wall of the fallen,
my name slips away
like August flowers
On deserted graves.

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