And you, and you. In the evening

 

In the evening

 

… and you, and you,
gunshots in the evening
balls of wind through your evening
flapped and superimposed
in the darkness of the evening.

Who are you, reflected image
in the broken darkness of the evening.
Evening without a sound, a music to quiver
like mad dancing in the evening?

And I, and I
overlapping curtains, trees on sheets
and fluent clouds, diagonal sounds
getting further from my sea .

And you, my evening, my body
entangled in this evening.
And everything is evening, and everything is quiet
and nothing lies, in this solitary peace,
to the solitary fervor of the mind…

 

Riga, September 2018