A Young Woman at a Window
by W. Wayne Lin

Yonder the sailboat, Cadaques Bay,
beyond the endless sky.

March arrived.
I grabbed the first ray of sun.

April 1st,
so was the first kiss of life.

May, no trouble,
figured out the meaning of happiness.

June was easy,
just jumped over the hurdle.

July, how high, how bright.
At my window,
summer breeze softens the universe.
Tonight, yes, stars stars, I want them all.

August comes.
Daring to go around the world.

Remember September.
Don’t forget the route back home.

And October, a restful, sound sleep.
Time, space belong to me.

Thankful November. A soul mate
in sync with what I think, how I feel.

The end of December.
All these congeal into a loving heart.

Look, look,
January, February…



 

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