A MORNING

Tyremarks

On the wet ground

Somebody had come

When I slept

Had left too

Little sparrows

Bobbed their heads

Searched into the grass

As I had searched into

The silent black night

It was yesterday she talked

The beautiful tree

Femininity incarnate

Wearing pearls of orange

A few steps awaken

Trace each direction

The sun hides behind the clouds

The unborn child

Chipped nail polish

Must be concealed by another coat

None should see the wrenched heart

Of her lover and her mother

Poles apart, she a cork caught

Stands daintily

Smiles at times

In a storm

They sat, ate, chewed, maligned

Dark eyes flashed wildly

To criticism

Unawares she sits

In a corner

cocooned

in her thoughts

Her self being dissembled

in some room

of the dark corridors

I look up

He stands there

Just one look, Love

And you know we know

I need not say anything more

I need not do anything more

Our love is like a plant

With its roots dead.