For a slow stroll
On a rainy night
When a fallen sparrow nest
Reminds us of times lost
Times that find their way
To ancient walls
To slow walks
Like waves do
Remembering mossy rocks
Where they end up resting
At the end of a long voyage
At low tide
… And you want to return
And you think that you can
To what was a prologue
That forgot to enfold
But on a rainy night
The fallen swallow nest
Reminds you that times
Were not lost
For they were graceful and lithe
And you keep on strolling
From side streets
To side streets
April 18, 2025
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025
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