
appear like droplets of mercury
the you at the door
one stands out, lush and
the you now
appear to be smaller drops within
all is flux
begins a gradual
not the same final day
slide from the leaf
you know me then
simply changed place
there on the blades
of grass. Again, a single bead
where I’ve gone
but wonder
© Chagall 2014

[ Smiles ] This is a very fascinating poem.
Thank you, Renard. You made my day. —Chagall
Reblogged this on Alphabet City and commented:
Happy reblog Friday. Hoping your pizza is hot and your demeanor’s cool. Love & Peace to all of the World – if only my just saying would make it so. —Carlos (or should I say Carlita? 🙂 )