at that time.
Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
where windows offer no reflection
and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
the elephant away,
It was probably eavesdropping.
you never bothered about the plural space. And then
the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
for the land where no one dances in the rain,
attaching a note: