Talking To A Friend

Living between the deaths
as a witness
to a silence between the words.

Leaves had fallen:
yet a dry tree
was still flowering exuberantly
under a scorching sun.

My day has come,
but I was far away from
shores of the other body.

From unknown to unknown,
I am the self,
I am the known.

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