This evening the sun was especially
resplendent, photographing the town’s buildings,
pasting them on its ready-made wide-screen
terrestrial display, in between the green
of grown voluminous trees, the air pink,
gold atomised striking a facade here
and there; a celestial currency fair
laying flat all shadow, nor did one think
of closure; a séance of such ethereal
measure as eludes, though a casual glance
suffices for an entrance fee, the thrill
passed over wordless, like a thing of chance
breaking from the past day’s routine that passes
like an episode donning 3D glasses.
