Sunday, April 08, 2007

The Road

The Road

Do you remember when we walked the road, Latangi?

I do.

The two shikras in the tree, ‘cross the ditch?

We heard them. And looked. We saw

‘Cross the road they sang, and were as soon

Them both take wing. They left us.


I remember.

Soon, farther on, I took your face
Like it was yesterday, I remember.
Into my hands, and kissed your cheek.

I am weeping.

And I asked you to not leave me?

You asked, yes…

And you promised?

Yes, like yesterday I remember.

Did you lie to me, Latangi?


Did you?
Did you lie to me? I am eating this dust?

Look to your left.
I am squinting. I am crying, Latangi!

To the tree.


Higher. Higher.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2007

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