A tiny suspension bridge nestled in the green hillside
If I remember Norway I cry
We missed the little bird in the boat
The car that left us behind
Over the many racks empty of drying fish
I forget that a beautiful daydream once cost me
Your name and white rocks
The fountain bubbles mercilessly as your childhood seeps in
We were like that too in Italy
As you held me crying in your arms
The street noise obliterated any chance to kiss you
And the morning bird song fled


  • 0
  • 0
Login per commentare...

Altre opere di David Zeltzer...

Alcuni poeti seguiti da David Zeltzer...

Leslie M. jax