The other home

Still I have to write the poem

on the other home, but I got farer

toward the glance loving to scrutinize

the other house on the island, the one I do not inhabit.

And with the glance of who

is going to leave

in few days,

I tell things, light-heartedly.

I phoned you few times in September.

Something went away and detached from me

without me knowing,

without me feeling

once arrived in my place

I would have changed address.



Alon Altaras (1951 – )



Cover image: Mario Merz, Unreal city, until September 20, 2015 at Accademia di Belle Arti, Venice (courtesy picture Adam Meredith)


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