Q u i d a m

Crossroads

The man used in bursting laugh, returned with relic

warframe, patience is virtual tour in the darkened roads—

Once were pale sea, foam with wavering silence

alongside dust, tattered flag hung low in evening air

mournful echo of other time and spaces.

I, now remembered a girl in tall tower—

pale like glittery wheels, one who dreamt cities

of towers in knotted bar, folded with lamp-post:

bizarre wind venture, the face is beginning to change

if you look, if you want, if you need anything—

the last pages of stories, stay buried in rusted

parts, for another decade, am I deaf? ain't I foresee?

she said, sounds go haphazardly.

she looks out frantically, trying hard to toil

he wouldn't yelled, he thought but spurred

in a puddle splash, the same black cat winked again.

for sixty five: walked more slowly, reading morning

paper, heard the wind whistles, retrieve the footsteps

seeing the town flash, thousand faces changed

glomming with secrets: desires slink down to pour souls.

. . . but the town imprisoned dreams,
seize the hour at sixty six.

— 26th September, 2023