in keeping with silence

In keeping with silence, the idea of
another city is no longer the same.
There is an absence that was once
not there, a kind of empty in the air.
No else knows of this, even though
surely there are those who feel
a certain trace on their skin. A damp
weight of memory that memory has
already forgotten the name.  Some-

times, when enough of us has gather
into a circle of remembering, we can
string together the beads of stories
recollected from dampness in the air.
Re-creating the city from another time.
From the days when we were young
once immortal in love.

folded in wind

some places are no longer the same.
the wind blows.
and the appearances say nothing.
all else are the same.

what draws the line between spaces?
one point to another.
past or present, here or there.
all else are the same.

there are erasures in time.  in space.
only the mind that bears knows.
the bearer and the burden.
all else are the same.

what can be done with traces?
that this pair of shoes is most likely
similar to what was once known.
all else are the same.

no one speaks anymore, weighed
down by the weight of explanations.
a ball lies at the center.
and no one dares to look

although some child 
within wants
to answer the beckon.
all else remain the same.