1 train 116th Street to 59th Street, March 10th, 2014
I noticed the ladies next to me. One was sharing her vegetables with the other. It turns out they were strangers.
She wrote this as if she were writing it to me.
In my soul
there are two roses
One white and
the other red
It’s the white of purity
The red of passion
I’ll give you this
If sometime I encounter you
far from me
I’ll give you the love
for you that
will not die. Because
I know you exist
you are a dream
you are my love.