(Translated from the French by Karthika Nair.)
The shadow steps forward in the fleeing reflection
moans
sheer and slender
scarcely backing
leaning against time
How does one imagine the shadow of night?
The shadow knows not where the bridges stand
seeks its doppelganger and the breath
echoes a cry thick and grey
The shadow awaits the porthole
The moon
knocks
on my head
(First published in Asymptote, July 2012.)
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