On a sunny square in April

Leaving past thoughts

And concrete emotions

With tip and money

For coffee, piece of cake.


Retracing footsteps

To a flight of stairs,

A brightly lit square,

And a table just for lovers.


They smile a little smile.

Just a fraction of time

Not totally devoted

To endless life together


Leaving my money,

And my mind,



Leaving desire,

And all of my stories

Right there…behind.


Dead men don’t think

They just turn corners,

To observe once more

Reality like a postcard.

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