A NOVEL

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On the corner of Slaveikov Square,
you showed me the place where
two years ago you kissed someone.
We were walking along the pavement,
past the market. We bought
fruit, flowers; we remembered
that you needed bread and milk.
Outside a church we crossed between
hurrying trolley-cars and watched
a single cloud appear above
the rooftops. We were using
our time as best we could.
Soon you would have to leave
with your shopping. Impossible
afternoon. On the corner of Gurko,
you showed me the place where
someone told you goodbye.