Stranger:
We pass each other
On the winding path
Up hill, down dale
She stops to take a breath
So do I
Friend:
“Where are you?”
“Good and you?”
and on
And on we climb
Together, a companion.
Politics and pasta
Birds and flowers
We talk.
Stranger:
Then we arrive
‘arrivederci’
Then we never see each other again.
Callan Anthony | 06-04-2024