Pathway Between Vines

The wind has bowed down the vine props
grapevines are getting wild
an old man climbs the steep pathway
carrying the sun on his shoulders

Sweet pea still grows nearby
light colored grapes fall one by one
inside the round basket
darkened throughout the years

A child with chicory eyes
leans slouching on the hill’s top
looking down he keeps silent
while the old man climbs further

Suddenly the child
becomes a steamroller
letting himself tumble on the pathway
keeping his arms crossed on his chest
among wild vines

Categories: My Poems in 2011 | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

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