I met an old friend
From not too long ago:
Eclectic chats
Within unimaginable
shadows,
Of an artistic being
That I think I know;
Between shadows
Of a nation,
In a leg that I
cannot see.
An undefined number
In her wrist,
An inverted cross
Crawling her forearm
All of these and more,
Between a green
And mustard
Sweater,
There she was.
Her eyes piercing
The light,
Her smile transcending
The atmosphere.
Between this and that
And a cat,
And a walk
And more
And nothing more.
All suffices:
To imagine the shadow
In her back,
That I cannot see;
The curtain,
The window,
The white alpaca
Blanket,
Her skin,
And more
And nothing more.
