these days

these days
i take great care
first of all
to praise small wonders
and curse the light:
pigeons circling the city dawn
flashing in and out of sight
the languid beauty 
with the burka
the trite smell of our cigarette
as we share our minty thirst
with kisses meant for strangers’ eyes
our hearts swell with the coming rain
free at last
from wistful meditation:
let dissent be the healing pulse
the new adventure
let’s kill the killers
forget the forgetful
haunt the angels
on kuyper street