That Part of Me a Relic

That Part of Me a Relic

That part of me a relic the blue wave of the cosmos

Playing ball, mitts, mitts, bats and candy and a crowd, dolphins

Wild flowers and roses in the vase over the cars on the stinking tarmac crosses

On the sill, I'll try for all of that

And let go,

The burning blood in my lips

Tasting bread and fire and lime-laced wine. 



- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017