My hands, handing the oar out
to her, are shaking.
“Do you really have to leave?”
Her hands, snatching the oar
from mine, answers.
“Better think it was a dream.”
I vigorously push the canoe into the river.
“Yeah, please go!”
She is not even waving her hands.
She is leisurely getting farther away from me
in the river running unhurriedly.
Is this so-called parting?
No, this isn’t a real parting.
I am dreaming a cyber dream that
Is more dream-like than a real dream.
I pick up another cyber dream and
try to open it with pounding heart.