One Sunday Afternoon 1979.

There was rising heat.

I saw it rise up

From the dung heap

With flies skimming over

And some sitting there

Eating stuff greedily.

I smoked the cigarette

Eyeing Dee sunbathing

On the red and white towel

Her eyes closed 

As if in a form of prayer

The face warmed up

Her head resting carefully

On the cushion from the sofa

The patterned one

With kittens playing.

I sat in the deckchair

Smoking away my eyes

Drinking in the moment 

Of this life and watching

Dee lying there as if asleep

And some god

Her soul to keep.

Reviews

[Beren]

This poem has a real aura. I was very impressed by the storytelling and it reminded me of Camus's The Stranger. I felt like I read the calmness in the beginning of that book, and the beach parts. this poem is definitely very impressive.
"Dee lying there as if asleep"
"As if in a form of prayer"
Such powerful words.