Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


In the crystal night I’ll find you

again in the plaza close to the same

statue that saw us separating

that cold October morning

you to the west I to the east

from the merging point

of two lives, two lines

going opposite directions but

I’ll come back to you

holding a book in my left

hand and a carnation in the

other just in case you come

looking to stir my emotions

just in case you come yearning

for kisses like that cold

October morning we separated


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