TACTICAL NEWSPAPERS IN A PUBLIC SPACE
I was reading the oversized newspaper,
the one about tactical urbanisms
for expanding megacities. Newsprint
was rubbing off on my hands, the wet
and fresh-smelling ink.
There were plants and flowers everywhere,
in tangled masses in the clay pots
in the narrow alleyways. One is opening:
Ah, there: let’s just observe it
for a moment. Cables bristling with tea-lights.
Small ceramic tumblers brimming with black tea —
all of these are breaking into rainbow-tinted fragments,
like the light rain, an icon from childhood
you once held close: a secret object
for no other reason than the fact that you have held it.
It is a mirrored dream. A cigarette smolders
in the abalone shell that doubles as an ashtray.
I see you’ve been reclining on the balcony
above the narrow street, shadowed by the branches of a carob
it’s seedpods rattling in the thick leaves just in front of you.
Reflective panels shine redirected sunlight
into the blue and yellow modular houses:
liquid forms and glass bricks, hanging potted plants
make cool alleyways where people have set
their birdcages out in a sudden and refreshing sun shower.
And in the evening you walked down to the water —
the islands were floating under the night sky,
under the fireworks. You stepped into a listing
boat and got a haircut. Blue lamps burned
outside the pleasure district.