liquid gray

  the crowded bus was moving full speed

  five feet

  under my face

  the river of concrete

  like a ripe fruit

  i am falling

  to the black nothing

  under the liquid gray 

  delightful sun

  my parents' warm smilings circle in the air

  green green grass

  i race butterflies

  from a flower to a flower to a flower... 

  ...slowly

  i come back slowly

  i slowly come back to senses

  i am standing

  straight

  i am standing straight on the entrance step

  facing the back of the bus

  my arms around a big woman

  welcomes me back

  the gray rolling underneath and away 

  oceans and mountains

  cities and highways

  human affairs and games

  life life life life

  populate my poems while 

  my only moment

  was a fake 



 





wlodzimierz holsztynski ©

       1995-10-09