for Silvia

 

a curtain of curls

 

through the fire of her hair
I see Silvia as
through a curtain of curls

through a stokade of wattle
her eyes are clear water

contemplation or action
I don't know

give me a moon a new year
another birthday
as for this one
    she gave me a kiss

 

27th Febb/6th March

girasole