Benito Kobayashi Poem
I have a book of emotions that I often refer to when I think about a person, that person might be you. In the index, I scan for the feeling, the feeling that is your words, your thoughts, your actions, your reflection.
In this book, that I visit, this place of reflected now, I recall the meaning for our friendship and think my Gott wow.
Excitement, most often comes to mind, für the joy of your sarcastic wit. The tease of your frown smile Freundin.
In your gift to me, it’s not the object, but the thought of its use, that delights my desire to be euphoric in phonosympathetic admiration.
Danke dearest surprise. I shall wanderlust misplaced notes bridged by accidental harmonies until we can meet again in Berlin, or Rome, but somewhere our friendship will call home.
Copyright © Benito Kobayashi | Year Posted 2021