The Light Streams In

No one is singing to me today
There are no orchids
Alien city, cold statues
Thoughts of spring
Bring nothing

If only I could hear
The far side of minutes
If only—silly
Like laughing
When there’s no joke
And the sun repeats it
No joke, no joke

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto