Cinnamon

In the distance, the horizon was interrupted

By the contour of a building

Its outline vaguely Palladian

I couldn't tell if this was a ruin or if it was new

Stucco shells were placed at intervals around a portico

At the very top was a balcony

I looked up and saw her there

Or at least I think was her

Mystery

I never wrote a diary

Too scared someone will find it

Now I write things on your paper

Recipes for sweet and bitter

I never wrote a diary

Too scared someone will find it

Now I write things on your paper

Recipes for sweet and bitter

A murmuration of glittering wings

Either birds, nymphs, angels, nixies, pixies

Or some kind of sacred fly

All moving together

At that moment, I realised I was no longer alone

The building was not my destination but a distraction

I remembered your gold earrings and turned back

The road looked the same, but its stream of traffic felt different this time

No men passed by in trucks

And I let the night hold me