ICARUS OFF DUTY OR EVEN IN RETIRING DAY

On the day of apparition
suburb splendid in silence
soothing nerves.
I go to the city to write love poems
while I fall in her alter
with authority and command.
We are holding the arms of time
but clocks silent
on the wall moving anxiously
and with refrigerator
whistling the ozon layer
sinking in the whole
behind the curtain.
An empty scene
behind the scene
empty curtain
painted plain green
in melancholic writing.
Plays ending up
playing plays
without us .
Stars stop dancing to
cheer for melancholy.
It would have survived
if the ice bridge
below flooded river
had not meet the sun
and the sun did not hug
the bridge before we passed.
Enameled she seemed to be
motionless but she is
moving enamels far and near.
Blue ridge  in
horizon is painted maroon
The sun rises and sets
in suburb where
the city sits in her suburb
And love bangs on
in the open arms of time
behind the window

HAPPY 22