by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
after long years,
hyacinths were pale blue girls
for the day to return, as the sunshine
them by, braiding love upon the wet weeds.
waited a long while by the wharf
tears got fat
guppies releasing their colored babes
on yesterday, yesterday.
then as the dusk grew old like grandpa
on my left over face, and walked
paths of home, as
smallest boat waded past, silent, all lit,
size of a passing Alzheimer smile.
Last updated May 25, 2012