the river flows by

i plucked a rose
and touched your eyes with it
the rose bloomed redder
at the touch of your sleep hungry blood shot eyes.
i remember this
as if it happened tomorrow
............
Also, each time the tide rises in the sea
i know, again you have dropped a tear
in memory of our one winter afternoon
spent in the sun.
......
That6 afternoon still remains
as a dried up, puckered orange
in the fruit basket
hung by my kitchen door.
By the kitchen window
i again wait for the summer night
we spent last winter