plank-729441_960_720I see a boy while walking down the street.
An ordinary road, I see.
Sort of an ordinary boy, I meet.
He wants help from me.

I help him get home.
That’s how I stand.
Now, I am doomed to roam.
Where is this land?

I see a man while walking down the lane.
An ordinary lane, I view.
Sort of an ordinary man, somewhat sane.
I ask: “can I help you”?

I help him find his place.
Once again, I’m trapped in an unknown space.

Son of Sappho Poetry

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