DESEMBER

: a letter was folded into a paper boat
floats on water ripples lake
swerved into the wind and getting into the chaotic nan vanished

I closed the door before drizzle scream
spinning
become hurricane
not the sentence structure is nothing more than a card
greeting bounced without meaning then silence
be a lie?
birds chirping and flapping butterfly wings transformed
if the vacuum, a call echoed, "thou
want to go? "the wind is always changing
from straight turn southeast
I lit fireworks
the present and passed breath on deadline
any residual rain inundated nevertheless still wet pavement
: "ups,  never mind …."
it goes without mortgaged trust
after and is not, I still
stood there
He is still in power to write the story
at the next letters ....

Agats - Asmat, December 10th, 2011