This part of Hamburg looks and feels Siberian
retracing chubby childish fingers
along the footnote creased in exile.
The air has intake and a bit of spring
that sends the leafy shadows quivering
against the patchy asphalt.
The scent of apple trees in bloom
is hanging like a green halo and caught
between my high-strung ankles â€“
For I am overturned this spring,
watching this dusk descending
down my hair â€“ its very ends
I tied to ancient bells in bronze,
| This was simply lovely... the ending especially so. Overturned... dusk descending down my hair, ancient bells... I wish I were so excited for spring.||| Posted on 2014-05-07 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] |