- NaPoWriMo # 5

from Stories for a New Day

Some poets took to the streets,

invaded the parks and deceived

doves with verses.

They regrouped on city corners

in silence, melancholia

took over their hands, the profile

of their mouths. But you’d never confuse

them with the window display

of a bookstore. A store from which

the heart escapes as soon as it can.

They’d faint for a little light, for

the golden vein of granite, the marquee

on which doves took refuge tired

of so much ruse.

They stayed on the streets

until the new day became

a roller shutter.