by BABO KAMEL
after Chagall’s Les Amoureux Dans Le Bouquet de Fleurs
He hid me in lilacs. He wanted me a bride forever.
He said the crystals on my gown seemed stars had broken
and found a home there. They were only cut glass
but a man needs his dreams and his visions.
He kept painting me over and over. I floated above our village
sideways and upside down, oh how he tried to keep me
from gravity. Sometimes I rode on a rooster
so red, its feathers seemed dipped in sunsets.
Once I was swept up in the unblinking eye of a cloud
But I could still hear the clown play a purple clarinet
and the bells from the green roofed church
that we never would enter.
It went on like that for years, he was in love
with indigo, for him it held the sweet
stain of our marriage, and the sound of a blue violin.
He said he opened a window and I blew in.