ANOTHER CITY
There is another city within this city,
which exists between her arrival,
which one perceives
a little earlier
in the form of a slight slowing up
of movement on the square,
and between
the purely naïve resemblance
at the corner of a house
to a shoulder moving imperceptibly
when one glances backward.
A city exists
whose boundaries of existence
merge
like rain and fog
with the cement boundaries of the city
you find on all maps.
Yet,
at time it suffices
to turn one’s head slightly,
and these two boundaries
fit into each other
like shadows into their objects
at noon.
Then we post ourselves
before a jutting decoration of a house
that looks like a startled face,
eyes opened wide
as in old photographs,
and we laugh
as if we saw it for the first time.
Then
the city becomes a different city,
and I’m not at all sure
that you may find it on the maps.