My favourite place
Anywhere with my favourite face
In late Summer evening
Not Winter, not Autumn, not Spring
Sitting on a bench
Listening to some phrases French
From a distant time
Passing me: e-scooter Lime
Late evening joggers
On their smartphones staring bloggers
Sun meanwhile is hanging low
My hunger is only growing slow
When I sit and enjoy
My time with my boy
Only in my dreams
As it unfortunately seems.
© Dominik Alexander / 2020
Scriptorium '77 