urban nostalgias

Felicia is surrounded by
waters troubled
her hands
smooth shadows
withered the bones
leans more
by adding booty
for fishermen always
with mouths
open with
eyes ardently
with easy steps misshapen
we slip and we hurried
,,to we know not whither,,
felicia stretch sorrow
the ropes Huge
hearts bloody
they wilt mildewy
the face city with
your shoulders of salt