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