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Jānis Elsbergs fromDaugava Boulevard Your breath is water. My breath is iron. Think of a vessel that may contain you. I make chains of thought wreaths ofletters. You rain on me rain showers. I accuse in whispers: “Girl child! Crying one!” Mutelyyou respond: “I’m yours. Your river.” * * * You the human grimace movement city history slippery streetand wind in an audio cassette from a loudspeaker a salesman screamsinto the ear and thoughts jump beside the first floor curtain apassionate flutter multiplied by three days later in a bar anaudit you smile for just one week is it really that hard towink seven times with an eye candidly warmly lick street-exhausted feet you don’t know but here I’m theone walking Translated by Margita Gailitis