Words to a Poet

Words to a Poet

red real.

blue unreal.

In your breath, time sings.

sometimes you are a rider among the hills,

your horse brown and honey.

sometimes you weep in forgotten dooryards,

your feet cold and loveless.

sometimes you are dawn's gardener.

red real.

blue unreal.

In your eyes, winter is a white room.

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Now again, the piano in the old room, awakening

like a tigress.

and revolt of the pink sounds

in your waist.

now, I walk in origami towns.

gently move,

dawn's gardener,

those flowers have eyes.

red real.

blue unreal.

In your breasts, the piano sleeps.

green road.

blue tigress in the sunlight.

In your soul

of birds, I place

wallflowers and shrieks.