My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavement
I remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia
and a carved carrot that looks like a flower in thailand
and being told to wipe with old newspaper to avoid smears when cleaning windows
and the moon is not the same way up in both hemispheres
suddenly my friend is here again, "I told you not to let go of it" he laughs.