There was a river here
once
you dont remember
do u ?

Now a barren
grass field

The dusk

smells of
the dying fishes
and rotting weed
summer rains

on the old terrace

Someone died.
The morning of
happy autumn


Go home
I hear the thunder
and the green grass waves
are swelling

Take the carnation
and this book

And here is the
umbrella
Go
go