The Emperor of the Alley

Who is this man, walking ahead of me down this small side street? He is wearing a very expensive-looking dark suit, and he is trim and walks as briskly as I do, so that I can’t catch up with him without breaking into a run, which I do not wish to do.

He has a bouquet of daisies in his hand, and as he walks he pulls petals from the flowers and drops them to the concrete under his feet. He puts a carpet of yellow beneath him as he walks, and in turn beneath me as I follow him.

I could run up and past him, turning to look at him as I go by, and see the face of the man who wants to walk on flowers like an emperor.

I could, but the story is more beautiful to me with the petals of mystery still attached.

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  1. Your words leave me speechless. So I leave you with these, that do yours no justice, so you know how much I adore you and this little mystery.

    • Kameko

       /  March 20, 2013

      You are delightful, and it’s no wonder that I am all addicted to you these days.

      I think we should keep up our little obsessions.


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