Poplar
We stood under the poplar shade
mass had just finished
people walked out of church
bees buzzing around hive
you noticed little flags
dancing to tune of breeze
I searched for your hand
our fingers joined
in the July heat
that weaved the net of love
under the blessing of the sun
in the completeness of the now
for our two hearts
that beat in rhythm
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 