just a little dust on grey

if I look on my desk just a little dust on grey, shines
if I look on my desk at least a little dust on grey shines

thumb index,
unsharpened pencil
stapler
eyeglass case
screen and keyboard

then I step into a corridor between one place and another
I look outside

I dreamed about running through the countryside in the fog with you
and  smelling the leaves on the ground with you
and breathing deeply..

  the memory will remain
since, freedom
you cannot wait for me

who am I?
please be merciful
do not ask


Marco Bo