Liberation
I drop weight,
I drop a baggage full of past
With a rancid taste.
Walking slowly I can pick flowers
for a hopeful basket.
Night
Such a long night
Waiting for that line of light
That brings pink and blue shades to the ordinary.
Romanticism and hope
Are long searched for
In flowers and hugs
In events and faces
When cheap and powerful
Only they disclose if
Unexpected.
