last summer dance

here I am

my bare feet scuffle leaves on cold evening grounds
westerly wind curls eyelashes and tickles the back of my neck

I can hear the fox nearby


and


I am finally ready for it


me and the other half of my shadow will dance to celebrate the secrets and sorrows of this grand summer

I wish that all the waters would stop flowing for that moment filled with stubborn grace

...when the fox disappeared into the dark and left us two alone you said that we should try be honest with our own feelings.
I said nothing.
the clouds above the river looked like the ones by Dali.

purple
green
blue
yellow

very slim and very long.
I watched the clouds and said nothing.
white soft mist floated above the dark waters slowly swaying. birds sang mesmerizing lullabies right above us. the air was thick. just before the
r
a
i
n


I wanted to ask you whether your body was still connected to your mind. mine wasn't.


that single motionless moment I didn't want to be a bird anymore.


but you still waited for me to say something.