Summer
The curtains are still
A distant train is muted
Soles against the wall

a tyrants reign has
finally come
to and end,

a poet tear
bleeds deep
inside your
heart then
dries inside
your soul.

runaway sorrow
vanishes from
view beyond
the horizon
line..

and all I
can do
now is simply
stand
in front of
you ...

and say

hello...