On Monday Poem by Ela Roseni

On Monday



In every Monday
I write about the roads of the dry forest

a brown squirrel runs through the room
it stops near my desk smashes nuts
a white wolf with bright eyes sits on my scarf

from my heart gush a lot of ink planets
and cling to the antlers of the red deer
like a soap bubble full of life

everything while I still browse among thoughts of snow

In every Monday
I run barefoot in Hyde Park

I run and I run then I take over again and again
perhaps I will have much more luck in this life

Friday, May 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Days
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Brian Jani 29 May 2014

Elan well written

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