The first frost

Formed on a planter  like a quiet story

Before dawn

You

Wrap your legs that never be warmed

In a blanket

Like a mermaid

Even to a city

Sounds of the sea come  for sure

Wash so many dreams that set

Apart from the hearts of the owners

And through the woods of neon lights

Draw our

Arms

When swimming on the stomach

Along the scapulae waves on pile fabric,

The remains of last night’s stars

Are twinkling and dying 

But still

Singing

For ones who lost the caudal fins

Where did you want to go

What  did you want to forget

Here you are

The tides  scorch

The scene in the eyelids

And peel them from you

Like scales

A narrowly open window 

Lets out a pale breath

And looks over  the road

For the where  abouts of 

A musical note  you threw up one day

At the bottom of the pond 

In unknown winter