Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


In the harbor salinity smells

of unfinished voyages

dreamy seagulls

argue for people’s garbage

silent moment hovers between

excited activity of myriad people

going doing yelling living and

your landlocked aching mind 

longs for exotic locales

paradisiacal seabirds

abundance of food

no warring over crumbs of life

like in the harbor you always visit

hoping that you might start

an adventure to faraway lands

exquisite female bodies

as in your dreams

that salinity graces

with certain realism



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