Let’s wait till Sunday.
On our bread we’ll spread some kisses and fresh butter,
then feverishly read the circus bills,
about the noisy, gay and sunlit town we’ll flutter
like naughty children seeking thrills.
On sensing noon like dust between the teeth
we’ll fill our tumblers with bright orange beer
and though the crowded bar with folk will seethe
we’ll bear ourselves like brothers sitting near.
The bridges, columns, domes will fly past intermingling,
but we’ll forget that time is also flying on…
Let’s wait till Sunday.
Seven lamps will crash down jingling
before confetti-coloured skies announce the dawn.
(Judita Vaiciunaite)
More Poetry from Judita Vaiciunaite:
Judita Vaiciunaite Poems based on Topics: Time, Kiss- The Unknown Painter (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
- Calypso (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
- Duke Nicholas Radvila The Black, Duke Nicholas Radvila The Red (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
- On This Transparent Evening (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
- From The Life Of Mary (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
- Circe (Judita Vaiciunaite Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Time Poems, Kiss PoemsBased on Keywords: intermingling, tumblers, feverishly
- The Helot (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
- The Believer's Soliloquy; Especially in Times of Desertion, Temptation, Affliction (Ralph Erskine Poems)
- The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
- The Three Gossips' Wager (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)