A small almond tree branch
in front of the window
a small branch that
can hide half of the village from you.
Eros, with its palm
can hide the whole world from you.
Only light remains.
Evening. Humidity. Let’s remove the mothballs from
the woolen things.
A star stirs your soul, slowly, sorrowfully,
like a woman’s hand, using a spoon, vaguely stirs
a cup of hot tea and dissolves a small
square piece of sugar.