#1 a poem for the June 4th
Tomorrow we will rise like the sun
Your images have floated outside my window
In I don't know how many dreams,
Suspended in endless youth.
Hand in hand, you stand, staring.
Through the window, I call softly:
Are you hungry? cold?
Eyes look back like dark tunnels,
Unknowing. The mouths make no sound.
They follow me, these eyes,
as shade follows shadow -
without name.
I know I should find your graves;
pay my respects to your families.
My son bounces along beside me,
fists full of yellow flowers -
but I don't know where to find them.
You seem to ask how I could have fallen so,
from the night we drank, smoked, and sang the same song,
hand-in-hand on the Square.
It is the years that have fallen, I reply,
Garlanded in mourning flowers, now rotting.
Wait for me, I say, follow me!
We'll go see the world
Or maybe our families will intermarry
You kept me company for years
Until one day on the June grass
you sat down and said:
Tomorrow we will rise like the sun
And scatter warmth on the green earth.
Don't forget to bring your child
Bring the future
And we'll set off together
On the long road home.
June 4th, 2006
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