Like a smile breaking over teeth, the teeth of an approaching horse, one radiant morning a train from Paraguay arrives. Girls emerge, a whirling of paper skirts. Not the sun but pink itself in their cheeks. We sit in a cafe across the street. @3The clock is not ticking@1, we think. We hope they'll enter the park and lie still in the rosemary. It's delightful to be shy. The bells ring, one for each jealous lover. It's our lives we exaggerate, our misfortune we watch converge on the square. One hot day we discover a sombrero full of longing. A drop could change everything. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR |