The snow is innocent and soft and your memory hooked on your heavy pace,
the wind is whipping snowflakes on your chicks imprinting lipstick traces on your face.
Your dark brown hair is pulled like a tattered spool trapped in the nails of some nasty kitty,
the echoes of your cacophonous cries are musing the whole city.
Hanging wires are dancing like playful garlands in a kid’s eyes,
colour-blind paper war swirls around whispering your lies.
Fearless female hands tie two ropes with a mystery knot,
stone chimneys are distilling the disobedient smoke of your secret thought.
Sparrows are haunting the backyard tasting the velvet mould of its tender woods,
abandoned thoughts and rubbish smells are glowing under their dark roots.
The tremor of the pale light is rapping the naked trees,
the dawn is waiting numb out of your window on her knees.