The Signs

 

 

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

 

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