SOMEWHERE
by Bianca MARCOVICI

it's better somewhere, says the bastard!
where flowers have no fathers
where everything sprouts
joyously, colorfully
in star-studded garbage -

somewhere sometime it'll be better
where you can heave a sigh
your face skyward
fondling the germinating grass
that covers the dug up soil -

is somewhere better!?
where words
link up together by themselves
where tongues spring from
understood by all
in a mind-boggling confusion
rendered in dew.

A.Solomon
pag.181
ARBOLE MEMORIEI,editura.Orion , 1997