The Song of a Single Grape

Can it work in you

As if full of the autumn sun

When you are silently passing

And leaving all behind

For you have found and already

Given back

Can it make you love

A poem in Swedish

A saga in Old Norse

Or fingers who touched you in vain

To turn your page

To close your book

Can it lay a secret blossom

Upon simple words you soon will write

Then pass, without reading

For you have told your story before

And no one had listened

But you did not care

Because it was your story

After all

April 19, 2018

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018