rain sunshine sunshine rain, three shiny 

blue slopes four surfaces of enclosed

water, hundred paces around the stone 

fountain on the narrow plaza, Aziz is reading

 

Arabic inscription, expiration date

unlimited, shadow under the bridge is

clearest and purest he said, just like the 

real estate office Bela, a slanted roof

 

tarnished from rain repeats and follows 

administrative squiggles, patterns of 

the brittle pool, of dried ivy over there 

on the upper floor of nearby house,

 

of the St Clements neatly combed beard,

with his left hand holding the knot on his tunic   

and peacefully squinting in restored blue

gloom, from below on the gravitation fresco 

 

can you see me? pointed spears and Roman 

colonnades support endless dusks in Varna,

compact earthen floor sprinkled with water

in the standard house with yard as dark as

 

woods above seven portable falls by

the road, corner desk quivers on square

window, hardening on the sun like memorials

imbedded in church façade, carved names

 

repeat and retrace aloud stuttering of

the dark dome, of the lake and puddle, sea

and stream, lake and puddle, sea and stream