Monday Morning Poem by YURI DURAAN

Summer sun and fields of clover
I offer my soul to this dance
of lovers… and
the circle of your arms…
while the radio reports that
forty thousand people perished
in a flood and a special fund was
created for those left behind....

Pay your money to bury the dead!
Pray for the orphans with no future,
but do not touch me,
just yet…

For now I am safe,
my emotions invested in
these fragile soap bubble
moments..... as they
float towards the sun.