Unfound

By holding everybody else’s fortress

You kept the peace

And successfully build

A ruin of your own dominion

..

Underneath my big umbrella

And just like that

Summer is over

Big clouds gather

And disassemble

Like the trees

Giant showers of sorrow

Waiting for tomorrow

To arouse

The spring in my step

..

..

Coeval ghosts

Among the crowd of hurried people

the one standing still

to notice

does not get noticed

but trampled

by passers by

who look the other way

ashamed to seem distinct

brushing

an untouchable

..