I miss you,
not as much as I miss daddy but I do miss
you
especially before dawn when the lights
are still weak,
right before Sun appears to evaporaze
the morning dew
reflected on the water where I see you,
translucid&iridiscent
into my crystalball too
rushing the still-soft-light to burn da
tulips
a bunch of dandelions on the corner
autoflowering
no need of patience no need of water
they do it like nothing
for free,
covering the hot sand and stopping
right before the cornice
as lovely as kerouac wrote it,
in vain
YOU ARE READING
wild flowerz
Poetryjust a poem from my still unpublished book under the shade of the leafy trees