April 11th - mirge
the dark wood furniture in this musky library
are such observant witnesses of
this encounter you know nothing about –
with my fingers running over the backs
of the books that have seen it all
and the hesitant sunbeams that
penetrate the lattice windows
like schoolgirls entering a misty chapel
make your hair glow in all the shades
of a campfire –
I dare not but look from between the
shelves, afar,
and you too would see you and me
merge
into a bestseller, classic
in the making,
if only you looked up from one hundred
years of solitude
but still, what's perhaps
better
is the fact that you don't
