An Invisible Letter Poem by Borce Panov

An Invisible letter

I would like to write down something
Between me and the invisible city
I would like this silent letter
To be sent
By the perfect shape of wind
You will ask
How is it possible for the whole city
To be invisible
This is absurd
Even for You
You will say
But however, whatever one hawk
Just right now is becoming a wind portrait
Which separates city on syllables
More over, because the hawk is
The roof of one invisible building
Where still live I
Your poet
Who is writing for invisible things
In this city
That is constantly running away
And taking eyes apart.

Borce Panov