Tuesday, March 01, 2005

The potions in my brain


The potions in my brain are
swollen, as our attention keeps us
humble, the quiet day begins without
promise, and ends with the future
adorned in the bells and sun dresses
  of this prison-
             we laugh, cautious

1 comment:

João Mãos de Tesoura said...

Thanks for your visit and comment. It’s always a pleasure to feel the touch of a foreigner. Once you love poetry I must recommend to you Fernando Pessoa a Portuguese poet. Good readings!