flying suitcase

slick leather suitcase
among the wind of our paths
to go with ease
within the draws of memory

to feel the edge of this box
a forbidden place
that hits her hips persistently
a builder's kitchen kit
left a tale unsaid
a Sunday wasteland

the fleeting leather
abandons a path
stuck
to her knees, dancing
in vain

she flies our streets
companion to her daily stride
an answer to your calls and intentions
the common destinies
of calls muffled by an underground
that shivers in her shadow

the leather of a time
reflects the other
one runs ahead
the other its mirror