I
was seeking signs in a foreign town
I
was seeking signs in a foreign town
Looking into the yards
Roaming
around the streets
Chasing light reflections
Playing
the creaking gate
Howling and whistling
On
a gramophone
I
was seeking signs in a foreign town
Surveying door bells
Names
of strangers only
I stopped at number thirteen
Whistled an old sign
Into
the darkness
Sesame
Sesame
I
was seeking signs in a foreign town
A
map on my palm
Sky
over head
Grasping
at light reflections
From one lamp to another
With stranger’s shadow always behind
Different each time