Women Elbow Patch Jacket

Identity

shelves were shelled

with copy unwritten

with

dictionary without words

one to one slow fall

old books

fixing in the air

phrases

warm as a cup of tea

in the palm of my hand

fade

hours this fall

which is my

memory is shelled

and escapes

time

the darkness of the

before and after

the illusory shelter joyful

sleepwalking time

time insomniac who falls

runs off and goes

between cement and birds

between the city besieged by the gray

and the limitless horizon

closing time

with a mask of optimism

naive

with time phrases

final solemn

hopelessly hollow