Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 18, 1972

Love

By Vladimir Huber

A tree was looking at me,
and his smile was nicely ironic.
The flowers were dancing around,
and the noisy silence
was kissing my forehead.
It was more
than just a sensation,
but yet, it wasn’t new.
It was different,
but it brought me
some past warmth.
Something was pulling me against gravity,
and that night came back to my mind,
just because, it never left.