lightning comes like a woman with a blue past

lightning comes like a woman with a blue past

she lost the flaming lambs
that grazed in the immediate harbor

the roofs are like abandoned skulls of giant snails

the rustling of leaves impregnates even men

a boy on the street contemplates the end of the sky

the guard of the sawmill feeds the dogs
by what his wife prepared

he says: “what a beautiful sky
I want to pay for it!"

then it was said
"already paid"