Silent
Sailing words away
Silence
She is now silent
She'll never speak
Never forgive
Never reach a hand
Never leave this frozen
Present tense.
All waits
Suspendend
Suspend the autumn trees
The autumn sky
Anonymous visage.
A blackbird
Poor fool
Sings out of season
From the willows
By the lake of her memory
A flight of pigeons
Over my house
Mixed with braver seagulls
Fragments of freedom
Hazard
An anagram made of
Flesh
And somewhere the stinging smell
Of burning leaves.
ROTTING FOWL