DIARY

On the tenth he met

a marvelous wind

wandering through the park.

On the eleventh,

everything he thought was key

came crashing down.

On the twelfth he fought

to pick up the pieces,

but on the thirteenth

he threw them into the sky,

where the same wind

whipped them away.

On the fourteenth

he forgot who he was,

which was fortunate,

for that’s how he found himself

free in the park

with the friendly wind

walking by his side.