In the month of May when all leaves open,
I see when I walk how well all things
lean on each other, how the bees work,
the fish make their living the first day.
Monarchs fly high; then I understand
I love you with what in me is unfinished.
I love you with what in me is still
changing, what has no head or arms
or legs, what has not found its body.
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Eric Otto · September 1, 2020 at 5:45 PM
And why shouldn’t the miraculous
caught on the earth, visit
the old man alone in his hut?
And why shouldn’t Gabriel, who loves honey,
be fed with our own radishes and walnuts?
And lovers, tough ones, how many there are
whose holy bodies are not yet born.
Along the roads, I see so many places
Along the roads, I see so many places
I would like us to spend the night.
Mercedes Jenouri · October 3, 2020 at 12:23 PM
I love this!!! thank you, Mercedes