Delta

Painting by Kris Galli

 

 

 

she sat for some minutes,

annihilated by the falling leaves:

waiting to be a fugitive,

finding wounds in the white daffodils,

forging a second sun,

feeling humiliated by the kois in the pond.

 

 

and as she divided the wind between her teeth,

the rivers met the oceans again.

 

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012