Poem On Her Birthday Poem by Francisco R. Albano

To celebrate you
I decided to send a poem,

Over a mountain,
Across one valley,

From the heart of the underground
To the red deeps of you.

I ask Marx, Lenin and Mao
To help with stand and method.

They offer wonderful suggestions.
Thanks but no thanks.

Suddenly a stranger enters
As spring song of Mendelssohn,

And awakens me like morning
To a surprise of anthuriums

Outside my mullioned window,
Set correctly

In a brilliant moment
Of gentle monsoon rain.

And I want us to see and hear
Together,

Feel in this time and place
Of people’s war

That such things as this
And whatever else should be

Sometimes immediately/
Beautifully just happen.