Air and Music
Our lilac has bloomed.
All day long birds sing and call,
They are delicate and restless–
Letters hopping from word to word.
Words flee one language for another.
Poems arrive in the sleepless night.
Soon I will be fifty. I would have
Liked the world to be healthy.
I would have liked the chatter
Of friends in the garden,
Family to have flown in.
In my country peonies bloom.
May 15, 2020