L. Costa

Once upon a Time

Once upon a time ... there was no time. People rushed through the parks and squares, meeting lovely leaves blown by the wind and greeting enchanting, ever-changing clouds.

old cuckoo
watches the wind
from the clock

Once upon a time ... there was a vase upon a table, and its smell enchanted all the best bees, and the poets who were sometimes bitten by the former, but who nevertheless loved their rose-scented honey with a vengeance.

the sonnet
words that transcend
into vacuum

Once upon a time ... there was not once, but just twice, as every heart was doubled in understanding and love, to the point that twice was once, and once was many.

Once upon a time ... forever ... no longer.