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Poem : roses without glasses | Poem

 
 

ROSES WITHOUT GLASSES
 

Bracing myself with the outer half-pad of my left foot
sitting on right wanting to write tears
my cyber window turns from green to pastel rose
how did you do that?
Computing by candle light I remove the window blind
One star, no it must be Jupiter, the city lights
Dim all other stars out of sight
Spanish words I do not  understand feel pink
They will turn blue before the music ends
I understand
I’m only stealing a kiss
Pretending I am flower you are bee
Pretending I am writing better sonnets than the Portuguese
Did I let go to fast? Return too soon?
Do you understand I was not holding on?
I am your little sister, your grandmother
All the turquoise eyed ladies that said no
Of course my rose window of necessity will turn black
Only an instant before the power is gone
The music will only pause between this  world and the other
Where is the boy looking for the girl who’s looking back?
How did we lose color time and glasses?

- Summer Music


 
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