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phantasmagoria

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let the stars plummet to their dark address

over the horizon

i want you to think about me still from a distance. i want to be friends without speaking, only knowing,   the way that sea birds     are friends with the clouds.

do you ever miss the quiet that we sometimes shared? i wish we could have that back               and nothing else -       just the space between the stars                          and none of the light.

sometimes i pretend you are still listening to that silence,                            that if i reached out    from a dream in the dark        you’d still be there, far away.

Then spring will come. March, April, May, and June. Warm wind, mild rain. Trees will grow green. The sun will be stronger. He thought about nights in June and July. About swallows in their nests and summer birds. About forests with wild strawberries nobody was picking.

Arnošt Lustig, from “The Old Ones and Death,” Diamonds of the Night (Quartet Books, 1989)