Driving (American Memories)

the light dipped sonnets into the

morning pool a quick

chlorine rinse as birds fluttered

in my bones and the gas pedal

down below lay the city

like a cut-out foal yes

snowman yes there were songs

before there was radio someone was singing the

sounds of grilles raised

flour faces dark flour that

rippled down from the roofs and

framed the reflections: beauty contest on the

sidewalk here death is tattooed

and goes to church I thought

I ran over the light in rags

bottle-holsters on its hips you could hear

the clinking all the way to the next hotel floor

where night was already waiting


Guy Helminger

 Translation by Tess Lewis