Poetically expressed and universally agreed with … at least in this house:)
We want the spring to come
and the winter to pass.
We want whoever to call
or not call,
a kiss —
we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments,
when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store,
and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair,
and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living …