taking an inventory

 



the sun falls warm upon
the blossoms on the
trees

the sun falls warm on
pigeons cooing from
rooftops

the sun falls warm on
couples holding
hands

the sun falls warm on
ancient memories
of Mesopotamia

the sun falls warm on
the flogged backs
of seaman on the
HMS Bounty

the sun falls warm on
my coffee house at
the centre
market

the warm falls warm upon
the tears of Aphrodite
blooming into
flowers

the sun falls warm upon the
armour of Samurai in
medieval
dreams

the sun falls warm on
the living and the
dead...

which are
you?