Smiles repeated in time
say goodbye to winter.
Sudden spring is the hesitation of a man hunted
under the tenacity of the sun’s rays.
Eyes light up cities with figures and fire
published as day,
yet the wind sleeps on streets alone at night.
When eternity is not the exact death we want
and dust is more like memory’s petals falling.
Before the mist descends on bodies branded.
Before the lump of heartbreak’s hesitation.
It’s good to be back. Thanks, Brenda.