Paper bent back
at the dog's ear
It barks to my
daydreamer soul

A thousand pictures
and I travel too far
from the path
where I first read
your smile

These lines
seem to hide
the whole story
that they hint at

Each turning
is involuntary
Each chapter
flies by quickly

Yet I pause
and take license
to believe the end
is what I desire
it to be

January 2021 - 4th of 4