11/11 – Dream π r²

You cross bridge after bridge

go from island to island

looking for the friend

You sit in cafes

walk neighborhoods

hang out on park benches

You stroll through galleries

listening for the rhythm

of the artist’s heart

Once, you thought you saw

the back of their head

but you lost them in a crowd

Like a hound chasing a fox

you follow their scent

along village streets

Afraid you may forget

the fragrance of their robe

you don’t get out of bed

You keep falling

back into the dream

crossing bridge after bridge

Going from island to island

on the trail of the friend

always two steps behind

11-11-19