A Stroll in THE City

All the places that

she has ever been to

are cherished in her 

young spirit.


Maybe

she walked down THAT street 

one thousand times.

Even though she can't remember 

what she did there each time,

she feels like 

she knows that street 

by heart 

as a part 

of her

collective

memories.


She knows that 

after the traffic lights 

there is a statue 

waving to her 

across the street.

She knows that 

there is the black & red coffee shop

at the end of the road. 

She can even discern

the bitterness

of their coffee

(merely through the power 

of her thoughts).


As she walks in the streets,

all her memories bloom 

like the thirsty flowers do

after moistening their lips

with sacred water.

She stars to find

the little pieces 

of HER jigsaw puzzle.

This discovery 

makes her heart feel

a warm sparkle of sunshine.

The one that you usually feel 

during springtime.


She went away

with a cheerful grin,

reminiscent of 

a child's innocent joy.

 


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