The air whispers cool,
phlegmatic secrets
round my neck and
past my ears—

As the sun sleeps,
I walk past trees and
weeds and, between
the brown grass
from this draught, I find
only rock and no water.

Desolate stretch of black tops
where cars rested, darkness
enveloping the invisible, and
uninhibited gazes at nothing
occupy all my sights and
thoughts and dreams.