Hopeful

the sun feels

good

on my face today;

warm and fleeting

like a

love

I once felt for a pretty

Spanish girl – Esperanza

She said her name meant hope

 

In another time, yesterday,

I can see her name gliding

across the air as she says it–

H      o             e

Sighing, I face up to the sun again

searching for a sign, for yesterday,

for something to tell me what to do

next…

 

All I feel is the warm, simple sun

on my front side

and a tingle in my shoulder

blade.

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