good places are waiting...

good places

are waiting for small returns

 

grumpy leaves

call to shade

 

the grass makes love

while the rebellion continues

of provincial silence

 

the sun holds by the thread

every particle

in the hot light

 

the wind slowly

repeats the names:

(read deeply)

 

this is a maple tree

swinging

this is a girl

looking down the well

is an old woman

straightening up

this is the king of the clods

gave a sparrow to this day

 

the wind is blowing

on the traveler's face

on his shirt

uncharted and hot

like the breath of a woman

who knows about amulets

 

the shade of hypnotic leaves

can be seen through a crack

 

so much can be seen

only through the crack

of a summer dress

 

an old man comes down from a summer shower

carrying empty buckets

“I almost made a helicopter”

says the old man

 

after a long journey

through a field of resurrected wheat

a traveler comes to the spa

of a summer shower

where the drops hang over him

like over a rock.

 

a bee lands on his shoulder

to drink a drop of water

because the shoulder of a traveler in the shade

is a good place

 

what do you think the dead do

down there?

they take the subway and go

to a good place