a walk in the park, one dog on a leash
close to him, the other one loose
I looked at the abundance of loose energy
then at him
bald head, calm and kind face
same as him
the reincarnation of my lost dreams
I may never see the original again
the new one said, ‘Good morning’ and covered his chin
in the tiny folds of his shirt collar, so sweet
my boy appeared in my mind; he was the same
humble despite all the leadership
leading us both to hell;
I replied without delay, ‘Good morning’
I didn’t want to miss this little chance
it was nothing really, just a hint
about what would happen if I let him in one day
how many good mornings would we still have?
the two dogs may have suggested
he was alone
or perhaps someone was waiting at home?
why didn’t show up then?
there were lots of children around
going to school with their mothers
did he have a little girl or boy of his own?
I’d bet you a million bucks that wasn’t the case
shyness is a sign of searching
was it him or me? maybe next time I’ll find out
I had the feeling that I had seen him before
so perhaps all is not lost
for the shy and the sad
it’s a good match after all
or we both will remain on the fence forever
under which his dog was peeing?
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