spring

What if I could walk all along the streets of the city?
Would I find you, hidden in the gardens of anonymous buildings?
Would I breathe you, around the students at the bus stop?
Would I catch you in the wake of the gulls, on their way back to the sea?
In the noise of snatched talking, of unknown men at the bar?
What if I could finally catch you,
sitting in the park; amidst a group of old people?
Yellow, green and pink shadows on a cloud of gray hair.
Fresh silence in a choir of old lies.
What if I knew you have passed this way,
my spring friend?


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