I visited the market, a little while ago.
There I found pomegranates and tangerines covered in snow and covered in the cold. Summer’s sweetness in Winter’s breath.
Ice apples in ice cubes
frozen hands fishing
open up remembrance of warmer days.
More skins for you and the dog.
Cloaking down under sky invasions I watch them pass by and I watch the earth freezing
over in a couple of minutes.
Did you hear the knocking in your ears
as you passed the frozen potholes
it must have been
your own heartbeat
for there was nobody else in this world.