I went to the Avenue de Clichy Paris, a quiet street in Tel Aviv,
swapping traffic noise continues for a little dangerous crossroads
(no priority right, then everybody rushes)
which I mean all day car brake with a jerk, get a fright,
avoid the worst, well, not always: two accidents already;
and after yet another crunching of tires today, I
wonder how this possibility of accidents invades my day,
my writing, what is the unconscious influence This constant apprehension speed
I hear approaching as we feel it coming.
I hear approaching as we feel it coming.
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