Verse

Whelma

It’s too much love,

while you sit calm like a night in an old city

with loyal walls and a magnificent history-

male, sweet, patient and set.

It’s too much to vest.

It’s too much to rest,

on a yard long universe

hanging by a thread,

a beating heart

and a million other almost deaths.

But, darling it’s too late

to try and forget

just how bright your stars are.

   

Picture - Satoki Nagata

Picture – Satoki Nagata

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