Far too close by

With no place to go. That’s how you feel when a taxi driver tells you (his salty eyes in the rearview mirror/ through which he looks at/ you and keeps/ you trapped for a second in/ the backseat, and through this watery/ mirror where he just trapped/ you with his eyes, so bright/ they shine)…

Lady sings the blues, or

the birds. now we do not need landing runways we have no body we are just our breath coming out of the blue.

Autumn

  Remember yesterday. When everything changed for about two minutes, at dusk, and the red sky just fell on the red foliage. Suddenly all the buildings lit up. And then the street noise was only wind and bicycles. Autumn happens forever in gerund: that elusive / moment / when something is / ending, // almost over,…