Malta
I've seen you
only in sepia tones
on a cardboard postcard
you're a little turquoise bay
rimmed with toy houses
and piers with matchstick boats
that dangle on strings
as they rise and fall
with the tide
Malta
we've never met
but I feel
we're kissing cousins
and like Saucelito
I'll dig you
and I'll envelope myself
in your streets your cafes
your denizens
and though I may
never know you
I feel I finally understand
what true love is
as I continue to mold you
like you are rich
river bottom clay
Whit Howland © 2017
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
Malta
I've seen you
only in sepia tones
on a cardboard postcard
you're a little turquoise bay
rimmed with toy houses
and piers with matchstick boats
that dangle on strings
as they rise and fall
with the tide
Malta
we've never met
but I feel
we're kissing cousins
and like Saucelito
I'll dig you
and I'll envelope myself
in your streets your cafes
your denizens
and though I may
never know you
I feel I finally understand
what true love is
as I continue to mold you
like you are rich
river bottom clay
Whit Howland © 2017
