chagall backdrop

I am going to end
the weekend
in major sevenths

such bittersweet
yearning

for that day
Emilia

when you were young
and you rode the day

luscious
in a word

hymns so haunting
they’d make you glide
in a soft dream

harmony so rich
and vague
still lush

before botox
you’d pucker
so ripe

I crane
and arc
like an egret at storm

bring me home
to alight
on land

on a sandy beach
in a time
not yet

fulfilled?

© Carlos Chagall, 2013