The sun is outon my way to the weekly shopmy feet walk fluently- like a beat-dropthrough scented petals on a walkabout
I saw you walking towards meor rather:
your shirt
the mirror-image
of mine.
The corners of my lips lifted involuntarilyuntil I grinned.
Only a few seconds lateryou spotted me too– a laugh escaped your mouth.
“What’s so funny?”I heard your friend ask: butshe got lost in translation,
while illustrating to methe joy of having a randomlanguage in common
Jasmijn Stegeman