April 1st 1999
(ars amatoria, circa 1985)
th streetlamps are on
I lie down in th middle of nowhere
you appear on th horizon & I walk yr way
I do not pursue when you run & hide
I find my way to th spot you fled & sit down
if I catch sight of you again I rise & continue
I do not believe I am going anywhere in particular
you seem to be making yr way into th wild
I am better at ease in th open grasslands
but I figure th forest will suit me in yr company
if you lose me I will search out a clearing:
I will not sleep where stars are hidden from sight
I hope you know what you are doing: if you
cannot be reached, I will not be left behind
loff, d=(8{>