Внимание … Paying
attention
to this morning’s momentary bustle
as we cram into the train,
we’re hanging up our thoughts
on the carriage metalwork.
And even if вратите се
затварят,
other doors are opening near us
with the plunge into the dark,
and before we reach следваща
станция
something else emerges between stations.
Each to our own – the mobile screen
cascading with icons, a folded-back book,
these stories that spring up and proliferate –
what I recall is your bicycle leant against a tree.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
