The Poets' Graves Workshop

I want to hold you

but I cannot hold you …
not in front of a policeman
not when the lights are turning red

not when people are looking
not when your eyes are shining
not when a cough is coming

not when war still rages
not when the climate changes
not when children are hungry

perhaps when it rains
we can smile into one another’s eyes
and hide under my big umbrella

but the people will bump into us
from before and behind and say,
move along there, move along !

I think this has some charm to it!

Michaela

I agree with Mic.
A pleasant little thing, Bren.

Suzanne

Thank you, ladies!
Bren