Whenever wind blows
I'll remember what
was peeled off on e by on e.
Though it was on e day tale
of course, we did not meet by chance
One great poet took us together.
Chilly breeze of the last day in March
crawls under by her naked knee
but she said O.K.
heating system in her place
still excellent
And also tissue-filtered brewed
coffee permeated unfamiliar tongues
once spoke own taste,
"three sugars with milk"
Late afternoon sun tried to peep
us by lowering himself down to
pulled down shade
hiding ourselves we sat down
on the floor, like meditating monks,
talking about things from the bottom.
She wouldn't be stranger any more
she only wants to be a traveler
enjoying kindness and attachment
on the street somewhere in me.