This place, this recalled spot
like a yawn
opening the faculties,
I enter
wearing a humiliating gathering
of new skin and greater shoes.
I was adolescent here.
I feel I have a greater number of measurements than this spot
as if I've strolled into a photo.
Maybe, even, more shade,
as if this spot
were a pencil portrayal of itself.
A long time of orchestras have played
in any case this spot, with its ear shut,
senses that a tomorrow
developing out of yesterday,
just as today
were just a quiet midnight.
