POEMS

First week of May

You’re just in time
Whether the fine trees sway
Whether the leaves fall off and lay
You’re never too far nor to near
You’re just in line
For me to adhere
You’re never too weak nor scared
Whether the cold touches our bare skin
Whether the sun hits like nail
You’re just fine
Whether with me
Whether without me

And in the first week of May
Lay your hands upon me
Let’s dance where flowers will bloom
Where the grass weep
It is the first week of May
The first of the firsts