MARCH Poem by Kiki Dimoula

A pleasant surprise.

Today at 6:30 AM

— instead of 7 yesterday —

the public streetlights dimmed.

Some small birds tripped a bit

over their hazy twitter

but right away one constantly

strengthening hand of light

lofted them on high.



So now day's grown.

By half and hour you will say.

Is that so small?

Just remember the chronovores —

finally 2 minutes were enough

not even.



Then all the rest of the limitless

remaining storm was yours.