Three line poems
From the mountains of western Spain. 2022–25
xv
I wonder if
the blossoms smelled
your nose
xiv
How shamelessly
these storks mate upon
the church tower
xii
Like this apricot tree,
I have dressed for spring
prematurely
xi
This fat dog
moves only to doze
in new shade
x
Mosquito,
I envy what you did
to her legs!
ix
Noon passes,
and still I am hungover
from that dream
iix
Stripped,
the cork tree
blushes
vii
On the mountain
I am the last kissed goodbye
by the sun
vi
How mighty is
this breeze that carries
bells up the mountain
v
This dusk
speaks of everything
I cannot express
iv
The rain
falls and lifts
a fragrance
iii
This grey day
I have not even my shadow
for company
ii
Sneaking past
the guard dog I steal
its silence
i
Winter wind,
please stop blowing
my thoughts away!