Saturday Lights

 

Saturday lights,

shading night as a mirage,

a distant song

a whispering wind,

twirling in my ear.

 

Saturday dusk,

fading memories as they come,

a heartfelt sound,

a place so dear,

vanishing in my mind.

 

Saturday melancholy,

sudden unexpected blues,

a rictus, a shadow,

a shivering sense,

beneath the joyful smile.

 

Saturday writing its own gloomy text,

Saturday chanting its own moody song,

sadly glittery,

sparkling and glum.

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(copyright Isis Estrada, Poemas Fugitivos 2018)