FORGED PASSPORT

The woman shakes a blanket from the window.

The blanket slips from her hands, spreads out on the air

quietly, steadily, horizontally. The woman looks at it, smiles,

then leaps on the blanket from the window. The blanket sags,

closes like a sack, hovers, stops. This very sack

is carried peacefully by a man as he ascends

the sky with slow strides. He knows, nevertheless,

that he has lied. This is why he has turned his back

on the large door of the printer's shop from which

three newspaper boys emerge, weeping, without newspapers.