Submissions by M-E

First, there was a leaf
And it sailed on a stream
Sailed far away, as a paper boat
Floating in my dreams
As strangers by the sidewalk
Drifting away, and astray

There is no way
You and I, hear each other
With these silent poems, unsent letters
Flowers with no scent
Turns to be fire
And there goes her bloom into the boom

And the bus is burning
With her feet spread on the seat
In the front, as flames expire on her skin
With smears of oil and coal
And a noose tighten on her throat
With beads of sweat...