“Document 019 ("Zati")”,

2025 May 6

Over the Atlantic Ocean,

in the crowded streets,

by the coroner’s,

around a parked car,

past a corner,

within the hearts of men,

and inside their pockets,

on the battlefields

past mangled corpses

and strewn ordnance,

within the blooming lilacs

and poppies in the meadow,

in the

rainfall

thunder

and clouds,

in the sun

and its light,

by the therapist’s,

through a locked door,

and up to the second floor of an apartment,

love perseveres.

I just cannot find it.