Leonardo Abreu

Flash

The world ends at dusk
and blooms during dawn

words travel more still
than on roads
long, exhausting roads
of countless attempts to reach

someone.

something.

some place.

to take off, to rise as high as
the sun itself
that burns your eyes
before you even blink

there is no time.

the bullet pierces your neck
the birds open their wings
the wind carries the leaves

and before you know it, you are
falling for someone

again.