Such a long, long walk
Through sizzling raindrops on burning tar
Such a short distance to never
Such a long, long shedding
Of autumn leaves on yellowed grass
Such a short season of blooming lilacs
Such a long, long memory
Of a tiny little pin-prick
Such a short telling of a story, stuck on the wall for a hundred years
Such a long, long frying
Of one egg on a pan
Such a short burning of a pyre
Such a long, long curdling
Of untouched milk in the cat’s bowl
Such a short spurt of pure love
Such a long, long whiff
Of rotting plums in a jar
Such a short memory of infidelity
Such a long, long wailing
Of dogs at midnight
Such a short, wet dream
Such a long, long letter
Of words with no meaning
Such a short initial of a tall man
Such a long, long movement
Of the hands of the clock
Such a short flight to the moon
Such a long, long falling
In love
Such a short forgetting
Such a long, long note
Before the first full bar
Such a short word called anacrusis
Such a long, long journey from me to you
Such a short line
Between two infinities
Such a long, long, long thread
Of dialectical reasoning
Such a short life.
