Mind? Oh, she’s staying in Blighty
Amongst cheap sunflowers, why bother? –
Sure, but soul?
Let’s say that huge light
Might even look white,
Let’ say soul’s got a blue funk
Ever since she realised
A natural born serial killer of spring
Is soul when killing mothers –
Why don’t they answer back? Are they off?
Nope, when God’s calling every name disappears,
And so do hours of killed light –
But don’t delude yourself, loss:
You will not bite ’cause light scatters you,
‘Cause only dawn breathes dispersed days
When hiding among trees –
Get a move, stalk her now that your doubts
Get an arty-farty look –
Wrath, it’s wrath, see? Her gaze’s going grass,
Not danger nor sky with her plays fast and loose
Not sky nor danger freaks her out –
Only those two girls pushing each other
For that blessed bit of grass –
Grass or lost loose light –
Is that what you mean?
Born in Italy some decades ago, Gabriella Garofalo fell in love with the English language at six, started writing poems (in Italian) at six and is the author of “Lo sguardo di Orfeo”; “L’inverno di vetro”; “Di altre stelle polari”; “Blue branches”.
Luis Lázaro Tijerina was born in Salina, Kansas. Mr. Tijerina has a Master of Art degree in history, concentration being military history and diplomacy. He is a published author of military theory, short stories, essays and poetry. Mr. Tijerina resides in Vermont.