someone knocked on the twilight door
with breath and fragrant flowers
that's it, my jug!
like a guest who forgot the address and color of the house
not necessarily travel at the end of time
come in, go my junk
even though dusk is becoming more alien
but the door leaves forgot to meet
waiting for your quiet steps
come in, go my junk
maybe you're my last guest today
before everything else packs up and closes the door
I wiped you in an unexpected groan.