Florfila

For intoxicating moonlight

in light of the street lamp.

Between humans, non-humans

from different sides of life.

For euphonious of jazz tone

sipping cheap wine, cigarette in mouth

talking about life.

 

We have just one night.

The night belongs to us.

We stole it

and who knows

when we will stole again.

Maybe once...

We will hope.

 

To my friend Timo

as thanks for the jazz night between bohemians

and

with excuse a rhyme missing.