this city is closed
here only escape is appropriate
and in July the asphalt is tired hellish veins
and darn the sky swifts
but snow still falls from the wounds
b trees – rich in zakkum fruits
and scurry through the scorched veins
thoughtlessly
and tires melt, but sneakers will withstand
I’ll go if I don’t get there…
escape is appropriate here
I wrap myself in snow
you just wait
me…