walking down the dirty road,
a passenger sighs,
spoiled by useless soil,
removing dust from his shoes,
forgotten underfoot
dirty earth.
where are we standing
after the beetle drunk the juice?
like forgetting the flowers
after the morning,
the stars
like a passenger’s stick. after a river,
dream of sleep
like waking up in the morning;
just like you forgot me.
he has forgotten
the earth he was born in today.
( Dp dovan)
somewhere under the sky,
Jan.23rd, 2021
