A short poem for June by Susan Gately
[New City Magazine – June 2021, page 23]
I can but give my spoonful
I can but be a tile
In an extending mosaic
Stretching out in time
My all – a drop that will pass
Quickly followed by another
And another on
Important that the water pass
From living generation
To generation
Unimportant that my drop
Disappear
I am there now
You were there till yesterday
I can still love
And so can you
From a different dimension
Water of life run on
Through me, through us
Through those to come
Until we share Assados
And heavenly distilled wine
In Paradise.
(Dedicated to Omar)
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