Life in Columbia
Poem 6, June 6
Life in Columbia
Early in the morning
I write words along lines
in my mind,
a young woman,
a beauty,
full of romance,
& wishes
becomes the poem.
I write the poem
as quickly as thunder rattles dishes
after lightning does its dance
down the tallest tree.
The poem ends before love began,
love being undefined,
tasting of sweet white wines.
After all, it was only a one morning
stand.