Uncrossing
"A great city is a great solitude"
- Francis Bacon
Somewhere blues pretend to
be lost. A busy restaurant
puts the AC on high.
Our non-existent baby feels
cold. We rush out to buy
balloons. We need to change
the gun laws. A lawmaker
shoots solitudes in my city.
A sound pretends to be
heard. A long loneliness
lifts its sleepy head filled
with longings. A referendum
waits for a dream country.
Somewhere I lose all maps.
The Dream -- Henri Rousseau
