still can i sapa sun
beautiful decorator this morning
staring at the window curtain
a tinge of orange hue has greeted
there is a swallowing memory
between scraps of paper in the bed
smiling at the moisture in the foliage
prenjak voice perched on the mango branch
telling me about the minute minute that morning will go
drove the afternoon into the dusk behind the cistern
and I
still waiting for the rainbow to approach
bringing an angel shawl
invite fly and dance
if tomorrow is still breath left
I will paint your face with my white poetry ...
