“Two separate worlds:
yours and mine
collapsed at the end of the road.
Years lost in twisted ropes
spread their wings like swans.”
– Pranab Bandyopadhyay, Indian poet
“Let her cry for she’s a lady
Let her dream for she’s a child
Let the rain pour down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growing wild.”
– fr. lyrics of Wildflower, Skylark
(for Judy N., 1977)
you and I are bookends.
between us, we hold
the books of years together
and keep them from falling apart.
you and I are falling apart
(we move farther away)
as more and more years
come between us.
you and me
(c) 1978 Chito L. Aguilar