O earth of flowing and passing souls
O matchless stranger!
I observe you….your own linguistic stride….the fabled story that presses on beneath those eyes
You are a loudspeaker of silent expressions
You pass by me in the airport or on the beach
It seems to me you are also the unsung hero of this moment
You shed a glance at me and then continue on
We are in love…only for a mere second….though nevertheless in love.