A GLANCE AS A GIFT
Nothing he has,
but anyone he can give
at least a glance.
He is a collector of laughs and moans.
The eye sucks in the surroundings just as with a banknote
folded into a tube, like a small binocular without an option to zoom –
it’s just to narrow his view,
to focus on particulars, on details.
Then a loud disdain – at first
to himself, then to the whole evil world.
The sun has innumerable palms that
sometimes they caress, sometimes they slap.
The street dances under the children’s feet.
A girl fell into the shaft
of his eyes.
I don’t know what to say to you guys! – he said.
Try to perceive the world from
my corner of the boxing ring!