
If I was dead
I would smile down
Instead
I hug you
to let you know
Long live
the good life
So crisp
and tailored
Like
lemon kites
Crisp
blue winter
nights
Cardamon
ginger and garam
Green velour skirts
red tights
Tasseled
shoes for dance
Glide
on scuffed floors
Street-level studios
have large windows
They face out
to the sun
Today
wanes
Yet
everyone dances
Too familiar
the traffic around
The day goes
we know
The days go
we know
We go
with what we know
Day
after day
If I was dead
I would smile down
Instead
I hug you
to let you know
Long live
the good life
God, the good life’s
so good
P.S.
Thank you
for letting me know
You’d be home
later than norm
I will absolutely
misbehave in your absence
© Chagall 2013
