PASSING
Why is Ronald, a young man,
his mind stewing in ambition,
his formless red shoes walking him toward
or away from his deepest dream
passing the Venus, lost, bewildered
unable to decipher
the concrete landscape
without noticing that,
if there were no illusion of depth
their hands would touch
and each would wake up from their dream
the space between them
no longer
unbridgeable?