Biological Spring  (ver.2) 

A string of images of your biological spring,
a strolling slideshow,
runs amok and wipes out in a flank movement
the wreckage of my belated memory.

My mind is a blank board
where baffled expressions on faces
have been scratched away
leaving movable contours.

In this paper landscape,
cows graze and motorcyclists
disappear and are found alternately.

Export your breath to me.
I will again explore past risky roads,
heed your call and attend your banquet.

Anwar Al-Ghassani
Written in the train from Berlin to Hamburg,
Tuesday, August 3, 2004