Mon Vert

  I was feeling good again Walking there Without an umbrella Under the sun Because I would feel it without hiding For the shade But I was having a good time Walking for cigarettes On a wobbly road With a dog too loose on the side And a nice lady thinking I was in it for an errand the houses With red steel roofs and a nice garden With hanging pots It was that lot That made me smile Outside their gates While I scrabble to feel My lighter I too had a beautiful garden and some stone steps That mightve been forgotten To be taken away When the contruction had finished Somehow it just fit there With the mud because it gets too muddy when it rains And the dangling hoses On some bark And an awkward edge of cement Where I smoke on the steps Behind this blue dam While looking onto the Green weed The grass The guava trees And a yellow painted house Which did not fit with its neighbors That I could see their car Where I dream to be in that car I try to...

  Erupting in color Even when I do not tell it so Across the ballroom It places a hand near to its heart Almost like a scene Where the air is rich And the sun is golden Its light does not hurt the skin That we can remember The zest A lemon cake On a good afternoon After a swim overlooking the lake On red varnished floors the noises outside Becomes the the music It becomes muted And I am too busy Looking at the letters In a book Because its pages smell Like the pictures The deep valley They have in mind The dream Like the the shriveled leaf sitting on the steps Waiting for the wind to take it away.