transfiguration

I try

but I do not remember the streets
the girl's life
adding ethereal images
to drained years

at that told- unreal-time
as a shadow of a bird
on the retina

I try
but I do not remember the houses
the children's lives
adding ethereal pictures by years

on
dark window
I see it she is removed

in that time
elongated like a rust stain
I do not remember
I can not remember the winters
that angels
covering my small house
between their purple wings

I
I wait
to dress you up in memories

yes
the silver light of your breasts
your bare feet
your young calves

your gestures so shy
dress you up
and
the day
as a candle lit on your knees

with every word I get older

when I opened the door
the ocean washed over me
your sand dress cover the beach
seagulls peck the horizon
lost among the words a story
the words ladder with every gesture
the heart a wreck
outlined in the green air
as a split apple
 

yes
the mouth steam out of the window
breath of life
extended day on eyes
and
the empty loneliness wrapping us

yes
I've changed I cried

in my deep wrinkles
the youth frost melting
as
as
cherry's blossom
recalling the spring