Pablo’s Love

Pablo sees love in shadows of the day.
In twilights,
Within the boney fingers of pines,
Under the circle of light and darkness,
That is blue and orange
As it pleases.
Love is in white shame
And crevices of the wine glass
And the whining bends of it.

And in streets and unknown silences
In strange places
Where people walk with lyres
Full of blood and songs
And stories about spring
That fall in yellow
And bloom in every season.
It’s beautiful, and bright, and warm.

Why then
Is my love cold and grey?

– Shakya

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