The poet loved to swim
in the middle of the noon
he knew nothing of the moons
and the stars
and all others that dropped by
his door step early in the mornings

Flowers came by
so did mountains
the clouds that kissed those mountains
a river called Nile
and a love kiss
of the bee
all in his dreams
as his head exploded
on the shafts of dried grass
after he swam in the high noon