I can't say your name.
Because I don't know you.
Wherever you are.
Did you think
That you would find me
One day,
I wonder sometimes
When I wander
In this city or the next,
With the sidewalks branching
Right and left.
The stretches of time:
Sometimes I notice the years.
But mostly the seasons.
Still, I never know who I will meet
Around the bend in the street.
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