somewhere there

We stood Somewhere There.
On love periphery.

No taxis.
We went by foot.
How many kilometres?
Many years.

We passed searching gawkers.
They made it. But how?
In the distance a dramatic tenor
Franco Corelli
sang the choral parts
of our happy biorythyms.

At times we ran out of breath.
We have to take a breath.

On the earthly dance party
our steps mark time.

Casting a glance at us
inquisitive
immediate Future. - E. Lipska