the late night blues,
a phone call,
and a trip down the rolling
hill onto the clean
damp grass, a bedroll
under my arm.
easy to do, the nights
darker now in fall,
the trees limping
in stagnation, each
brown leaf tempting
gravity and plump
raked piles offering
comfort.
meeting her in the dark,
what a hoot, her blouse
already unbuttoned
and her sumptuous red
hair covering her
breasts till my warm
hands can hold
her arms and
bring her down
to me.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Love on the green...isn't that a hazard? LOL Enjoyed the playfulness of this one, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.