I


AN APPEARANCE

Okay         A nightingale
does sing
                 outside this window

A mirror of leaves and noise

                                        This monument
has torn to pieces our guide book
of facts

                                         This startles
A nightingale,
                           the bird so ancient
he (anybody)
                         falls back
on his dusty shoes, pointing
The event darkens         So like
our trembling,
                           we caught at it
breaking the skin