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.
mind is a blank board
where baffled expressions on faces
have been scratched away
leaving movable contours.
this paper landscape,
cows graze and motorcyclists
disappear and are found alternately.
your breath to me.
I will again explore past risky roads,
heed your call and attend your banquet.
Written in the train from Berlin to Hamburg,
Tuesday, August 3, 2004