Sounds of cars from highway

between the branches of the trees

covered skies a old home

and the romance chorus of the unnamed birds

It rains from the second floor of the theater, 

                                                where he stayed

                                                without avoiding the anxiety

                                                of the coming future, 

                                                 which cannot be seen

                                                 beyond the clouds

Falls before my feet and flows

I am walking through the present of his future

                                            a bird passes through the forest

                                             leaves a shadow

                                              over the greener weeds

                                              in the shade

dispersing jet fumes

dumbler

white street lamp dusty garden

walking a long way through the leaves of last year

I find his little brook, 

his smile tormented by storms and raging waves.