AFTERNOON IN MARCH

I run
not to anywhere
not away from any body.
I run just to run,
to make my heart wham,
My eyes blur,
My side  pain sharply.



I slow down at last
gulping the sweet air,
almost crying...












I'm crazy

But there was nobody ahead of me
Down that whole, long, waiting strech of
    sun-bare sidewalk!

Oh, it was like a bird flying,
like sog
like a shout!

I was freedom

 

 

 

YESTERDAY!!!!!

Yesterday

Yesterday  I knew all the answers  

Or I knew my parents did.

Yesterday i have my Best Friend 

And my Second Best Friend

And i knew whose Best Friend I was

And who dislike  me.

Yesterday I hated asparagus and coconut and parsnips

And mustard pickles and olives

And anything I'd never tasted.

Yesterday I knew what war Right and what was Wrong

And I never  had any trouble deciding which  was which.

It always seemeed so obvious.

But today . . .everything's changing

I suddenly have a million unanswered questions.

Everybody I meet might become a friend .

I tried eating snails with garlic sauce - and I liked them!

And i know the delicate shadings that lie between

Good and evil - and I face their dilemma.

Life is harder now . . . and yet, easier. . .

And more and more exiting!