犀の背中 (A Stroll with a Rhino)

From the contact of our backs touching, the cool, rough surface of the rhino's skin, and the warm softness beneath.

On my cheeks, neck, arms and such, an autumn night's breeze like a voiceless whisper.

Before my eyes, small stars hanging in the night sky and an almost-but-not-quite perfectly round moon. The retro rays of the streetlights spaced tens of meters apart. The moths flapping their wings as if dancing to the music of the flickering of the light bulbs. Power lines like sheet music that say this is a place where sound may be drawn at will.