Light words like flakes
glided
into the lantern's
alluring light
Ifs and if‑onlys...,
...it's bitterly cold...
oh my star,
I will not touch your rim,
You, sincerest of the sincere..
Speak plainly; do not presume...
burst forth "Open sesame."
and in this night
no thing
becomes a monster...
Momentum loosened,
it sighed
and with a clink
a glass lip‑marked,
fell
onto
night‑black
asphalt square...
By morning
there
no traces
to be found in anywhere
