Where Do the Words Disappear
Where do the words disappear
of the people
who talk to themselves
on the streets of New York?
Do they drop to the pavement
as mere dust?
Or perhaps they are wandering about, forever exiled
among the planets -
as white, lonely stars.
Where do the words disappear
of all the lonely people
who talk to themselves -
in the big cities of the world?
Translated by Tzipora Baradon
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