We chased
yesterday’s news
all over
the grass
laughed
as the old newspapers
ran this
way & that
“kites
without strings”
We pretended them.
Just add wind
& presto...fun!
We were easily pleased.
Later, when the wind
was having a rest
& the papers
lay exhausted
panting at our feet
we decided
to play
“blankets”
tucking ourselves
up in
yesterday’s news.
I had the soccer section
all over me.
You had taken
all the headlines.
We falling
asleep hand in hand.
You, my first girlfriend.
I, your first boyfriend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read once, that there is nothing older than the newspaper from yesterday :) , so that I think it is a very good metaphor for the past, which seems to be close but it is already far away - only images and words left to fade....