Poem

the woman in blue and red

smiles at all of us.

she makes us to stop

like a frozen stream in winter.

she talks to her earrings.

after

she will walk on the empty streets

with a map of a lost town

whistling a song of her past

while

looking at the darkness

lit by city lights.

she may run into those

sisters who liked her earrings.

Poem

the roof rattles even for a breeze

cracks all over

winter presents shorter days

but I can go back

when the war is over

to where the sun’s warmth

keeps our lives together

where we grew coconut trees

vegetables in the backyard

and herbs for good health

our hibiscus flowers are bright and fresh

 like a baby’s rosy palms

I’ll go home

when it’s all over.

how can you forget

the bloody past that

destroyed our innocence?

The trees on my street

stand still

exhibiting immense patience

they glow in green in the summer

autumn teaches them

the lesson of losing.

losing everything but themselves.

in the winter they are warmed

by the laughter of the kids

piercing the silence of the trees.

do you hear their whisper in the nights?

they share my intangible solitude

and they don’t wait for seasons.