Saturday, August 27, 2022

with his hands in


It was easy to recognize

you were special:

the mystery in you

deep-ocean-lived

muffled

in the dark,

with hands in

pockets whistling

fits of fantasy and starts thinking of

making mistakes,

always late,

you live-to-party,

misplacing things,

the rain fluttering around

light-and-thunder

absentminded philosophy,

you drove me...

strange tricks,

refused my...

forgetful.

Can you imagine?

I looked everywhere among

the pigeons with

newspapers

in their laps

for sunshining,

for someone who wanted me

legs-short

take-a-stroll

practice-my-breathing

walking-on-buildings

no-one-can-beat-me.

I have to go

get some sun

and that's all

there is to it

but how was I

without you?

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