Two crows. A man and a woman Poem by Kreek Daey Ouwens

Two crows. A man and a woman, hand
in hand. An old man accustomed to his
stick. A few yards away, two tall trees
their branches entwined. I see
togetherness. I think, togetherness.
Between the houses facing each other
the water of the river always changing
yet always remaining the same. Ships
say greet each other. Short. Long.

My eyes can't see in the dark, love.
Plain aching. Plain longing.
Whoever wants me, can have me now!

Tell me about little bear.
Little bear. There is a tender sadness
in all the stories about him. Days which make you
think of the past. You lie in the warm grass.
You forget to play. You dream. There are
no other flowers just daisies. On your mother's hat
soft feathers wave . . .