Poetry: The Bobcat

The Bobcat

Without pride, senses controlled,
born or to be born, we met as hilarious strangers,
each wanting something impossible.

I wanted all beings like you to be happy.
You wanted no being to deceive another.

For a brief moment, we were sincere.
Both of us, protected against the spirits of the dead,
on a darkened street, on the outskirts of the city,

waiting to cross over

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