Anybody can live without anybody
Will that make the three red coated priests
Answer my question
By running away?
Vino nobile.
Stop crying for your glass is empty
For the night is full of cries by those
Women who still have bird feathers in their hats
And fox tails around their necks
And they do not recall their names
As all last missions are unfinished
That is why they are the final respite
To all dreams that start in streets of concrete
And end near the bluest of seas
… A bouquet of carnations
And a door key
The stony walls of medieval towns
Smell of moisture like young faces do
After hours of tears
About a name they thought to be their last name
Before they learn
That anybody can live without anybody
If their glass is empty
But the vino is nobile
Like a promise made
Under a white parasol
Next to the bluest of seas
July 23, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018