Pierre Alferi, p.10



BENEATH THE CUPOLA OF A REPUBLIC
Of sparrows sheltering sixty rooms
Separate us versions of love
One meter of individual distance
And the respect in the commons the park
With a box-tree labyrinth of an obscure
Order of precedence between sheets of
Transparencies on which are traced domestic
Cats’ territories the stroll of monks who
Would salute each other suspended from
One bridge to the next at set times at
Different heights make of us
Following invisible rails a ghost
Each for all and each forever for the one who
Has not the night with us shared
A room one of a kind Turkish.