There are English words
We tell to friends,
Our relatives, family
To mean, and say
that we, me, have not
Felt or seen what
we have seen, here
Such as rain or disbelief
Our that we did not feel the
World flutter by when we
Closed our eyelids
That this sun never had blue
Lips that are oceans
And that if there is such a
Thing named orgasm
It was and still is a swim
That I stood walked in and
Left unaware of the color green
That there were flowers, that it was
Spring, what have I made of you
To discount infinity and truth?
What have I made of me if such
Words come from me?
It was nice to sit and ride a bike,
A laugh, a kite, without leaving
One’s seat, in Santa Monica,
Several blocks from the Beach.
