Two Cities

Each on its own side of a strait, two cities

one plunged into darkness, under enemy control.

In the other the lamps are burning.

The luminous shore hypnotizes the blacked-out one.

I swim out in a trance

on the glittering dark waters.

A muffled tuba-blast breaks in.

It’s a friend’s voice, take your grave and go.

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