That light again.

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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