DIA DE LOS MUERTOS

NOISE

for a dear lost friend ..... 

So the rain keeps falling

over strained slightly red leaves

and all around the nature

prepares  the last lonely embrace.

A blast of wind swarms over the street

and a wet plastic bag pretends to fly

rising from the asphalt,

whirling unsure,

then suddenly after an attempt

falls down

like a pale wounded butterfly.

Your eyes,  deep and dark,

put a mute question,

nobody knows the answer.