Poems by
Owi Nandi

We lived…

a poem by Owi Nandi

For an hour we lived from peonies
flowers freighted with pollen
this day in May
without holding hands.

I wanted to ask you
to explain to me
the meaning of friendship
and we esteemed it
beyond all the borders.

Now again, they flower
only for a short time
freighted with pollen
in a bottomless deep
red.