All rivers run
wild and wide,
then dry.
Of this,
she surely
takes notes.
But who
chases who?
My shadow and I
use to dance;
we find courtship
ambiguously alluring.
But who
chases who?
Weary of running,
take refuge
in the empty
core of things.
Wait there,
until she knocks.
Then, at dawn,
who chases who?