quiet cities

shut up in her room, jordi gual goodbye my friends..!!


______i.
nothing more,
just ripples of it,
tides, dragging me out
___and puddles of night
___darker than the rest of it,


______ii.
and the ghosts whose patience
permits them to remain when all is quiet
at the risk of being heard gossiping
(the wind carries their noises a little
___(and the walls ruffle a little

sit in their translucent grievances,
dream a second life out of the first,
a russian doll set of oblivion,

and kick their feet in the blue water of the pool.