Inspired by my fetish
phrase “A mild lemon light rinsed the street” from Humboldt’s Gift by Saul
Bellow.
Lanterns and trees
lined up as drunken sailors.
An unknown square
in a village of my fantasy,
or not!?
And that light,
hardly discernible,
inadequate
to assess the distance.
I can't see
how far away
I am from you.
In the rammed earth
my steps are left as an outline
from the past.
Naked lanterns
drawn in a row.
A cold lane
in a city I know,
or not!?
And again
that light,
now reflecting on the paves.
On this cobbled road
my soles can't leave
a printed impression
for the future.
Can you hear the soundscape
or is it just the noise of my heels?
Yes it's me there on that plot
running around making footprints
waiting which direction to choose till I see
that light again
mild lemon colored
rinsing the road.
I can see now,
how far away
I am from you.
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