Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

April Fever

by Stella Vinitchi Radelescu

 

Let’s sit down & chat      the last two chairs

of the season start moving

backwards        let’s hold hands & go crazy

about each other’s eyes

while under our feet something final

something big echoes      desire

and loss

the midnight song of the Earth

the roaming stars

 

Let’s be silent sitting there like two frozen angels

in the Square        Come      come you rose

that bled in my eyes before night

before the freeze

before everything

 

Let the world go on let the Spring come