LOVE AND LOVERS

by

TOD HOWARD HAWKS


Chapter 13


Mr. Ly greeted them warmly. Then the three sat down.

“I understand you are a poet,” said Mr. Ly.

“That’s right,” said Jon.

“Please recite one of your poems for me, if you’d be so kind,” Mr. Ly said.

“Surely,” said Jon and reached into his satchel where he always carried some of his poems.

“I’d like to share this poem with you, Mr. Ly. It’s titled EARLY MAY

Early May.
Grass now green.
Lilacs bloom.
Red, yellow, blue
tulips supplant
winter's constant cold.
Warmer air
now through
her hair
fair and golden.
We kiss.
Robins, bluebirds
try out
their wings.
Skies take on
blue's hue.
Hope palpable
fills fields
once buried
in silver snow.
We know
wheat and barley
begin to grow.
Maple tree leaves
are being born
only weeks ago
were barren limbs.
Spring sings.


“That’s beautiful!” said Mr. Ly.

“Thank you,. Mr. Ly,” said Jon.

“You know,” said Mr. Ly, “your forthcoming trip reminds me of Homer’s IILIAD, but in a kind way, not a destructive way. You and Bian will travel the world not to plunder and ****, but to share love and the hope for peace.