A Smiling Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

on the marketplace, fruits
given a bath in noble gold.

moment behind the moment,
it are escaping at a gallop,
and the clock is standing.

around green, the sun is already
squeezing tear, and is burning

with the heat a skin swelled,
I am tired. hot fruit ripens

in the basket. I am falling down
on the our bed, and I am fast
oblivious to the whole world.

you are massaging my body tired out
and world then again is smiling to us.