August 2025 edition · Poetry
Let’s Meet at Duboce
The halcyon sun glares.

The halcyon sun glares.
Still, we hide from its rays in each other’s arms,
drawn by magnetic attraction.
Lounging on green grass endowed with spiritual mysticism,
we spend a beautiful day at the park:
An afternoon buzzing - dogs walking, kids playing, birds chirping.
For this second, I believe perfect moments do exist.
I have not felt a romantic bliss like this before.