Three words

 
Three words can cross you
if they echo in the sky
and leave an offering
on your doorstep
They shake daisies at you
in the spaces of the glass
like a bounce of pollen
in dense spring
or they leave you shattered in mid-flight
Do not leave me Poetry
even if I am a fragile port of astonishment
or weep immensities
or is a single flash
that holds
a flag fluttering
birds inside
a plea perhaps
a redemption
speaking in advance
because I am no longer held back
my own arms