i

the sky is an absurd
my soul a bird
the sun a third-

opus south!
twig in mouth-
moon out!

flap our wings!
from small things
across the seas

whispered and cry
onward!
from old

to old to
old
o small red

eye
fly
i..

ii

when the geese pass
over
touch our hearts
by their gentle cries-
some magical
genre

leave us
speechless..
our whispered exchanges
some days
later..

iii

did you hear the geese?
(if you please)
when it was?

i don´t know..
time has shadowed
to  n. to s..?

iv

the sky is absurd
reflecting us-
we are to live

on mars?
during covid
what isolation did-

how the birds laugh
if they knew
which they do..