Windows

Here is a man dreaming

along the beach. Another

who never remembers dates.

Here is a man running away

from a tree; here is another

who’s lost his boat, or his hat.

Here is a man who is a soldier;

another pretending to be an airplane;

another forgetting

his hour, his mystery

his fear of the word veil,

and in the shape of a ship,

here still is another who fell asleep.

Translated by Jean Valentine