The lost land on the map
no shapes, no continents,
it was a blank, ochre sheet.
There was an apple tree in the
upper left corner, and below it
two naked apes talked with
a snake that did not have eyes.
They said it was a bad dream,
the Joy Kid of her insomnia,
When she woke up after a long,
restless sleep, she thought
I had left forever
without saying goodbye;
when I came home,
she told me the story
that she had dreamed,
described my reactions,
then showed the snake
on a map.
I smiled and replied,
Oh, I was at the shop.
But, yes, when I leave,
I'll go without saying goodbye
I will put the keys in the postbox,
and never come back.
She accepted it with a nod,
and thereafter we discussed
what we would have for lunch.
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