The war just ended;
I am at my table reading
We went beyond the strife - the aftermath has set in,
our odyssey is over
Ships set sail the way I once traveled to you in Paris
again and
again
I get out of my chair,
like Aeneas left Troy and ended up founding Rome,
and left the piles of
tea-stained books behind
to chase a pigeon off my balcony
I forget
why your face launched a 1000 ships
but I still see it
every now and then
when the clouds are crimson
I fall like Phaeton from his father’s chariot
And this time you are not here
to catch me
Lars Leonhard lives in Copenhagen, Denmark with his wife and daughter where he tends to his writing, urban garden and family as well as brewing his own wine from fruits in his garden and forested in the nearby nature reserve. He holds a six year degree in Comparative Literature which he concluded with a 150-page thesis about William Carlos Williams' Paterson. He has studied in California and travels often to the USA and has lived in places such as Riga, Latvia and Paris, France.