by David Dephy
“What can be more animating than
hope of freedom?” I said to myself
walking on the street. I feel emptiness.
I see faces. The lonely faces, as if they say:
“What can be deadlier than the fragments
of your own happiness?”
I feel fulness of brilliant expectations too,
and still see faces. Those lonely faces,
as if they sing: “What can be more life-giving
than the kiss on your spirit as the smile of a baby?”
Along the tarnished glances and lights,
breath rolls over us, rushes by into the streets
where all our stories are retold, where they
carry on deep into the dawning mist.
From:
December 30, 2022
Copyright ©:
New York
Last updated July 21, 2022