*

*
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 16, 2012

If I Could

Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954
If I could rise above
these roofs
red with the blood of history
If I could dance on
these streets
stained with tears
If I could walk in 
this moonlight
casting shadows on our memories
I would still bring flowers
to lay on the graves.

submitted for The Mag 113