If Only It Made Sense Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the May is sometimes warm, is sometimes
very warm and then wet July is hot
sometimes and this way are only noting differ much,
you invariably, smiling authority in the fashionable
suit cut to the measure you are giving your hand

for everyone who will hug like for kissing and you are
surprised that nothing is it overcome me at all
I am whistling us even on the rain which unexpectedly
he is attacking round the corner where always with evening
the shadow is lurking longish and you don't know for every

to the morning then again you are pondering over
the constant problem of filling the bottle for the young poet
is come across gifted and is carrying accessories in the box
because is writing his poetry for stars in order
to overcome this fear of the rejection

of worrying thoughts own about anything and you quickly
want second to make duplicate keys for him regret
that talent is wasted but he probably also and this way
you must find lost first if only that's all had
the appropriate meaning at one time