Already the day is done.
Blue has become green.
New love sleeps
in my hotel bed.
Already
it is old.
Whether it stays remains
to be seen.
I don’t have a second key.
A little snow tomorrow night
will not accumulate.
Try it a few times
just to make sure
[it locks behind you]
fire on the hillside
a staircase into the night
let me go
Proudly scattered on the beach,
shards of plates and bones,
remains
to be seen.