Once I had a house now a house I do not have
these streets are my home
rain fell I stood beneath a tree
and waited for the rain to stop
then I walked for myself pointlessly
along the wet sidewalks
cars were racing down the street
splashing water around
and wetting my clothes
the night fell
I slipped into a café
where I am now writing you this letter
of which I still do not understand what it’s about
ah yes it’s probably about how I have no house
because I do not need one
now I am like the wild lilies
someone was talking about them long ago
but I cannot remember clearly
yes now I am like the wild lilies
because I know that you will not read this letter
it will be read by others