The young girl

Margurite Duras knew the young girl and let her walk through the crowd in Saigon full of purpose. I knew her and saw her tread hard on the pedals in her desire to see the lover. She is the one I'm interested in, the hummingbird, it leaves the empty flower and moves on to the next, with grace. Like it never expected to find any nectar. Yet it knows nectar is to be found because it has wings and wings will bring it to the flower full of nectar. It is this immense freedom I'm interested in.