on paved roads
for the whole world to stare
under the shades of young foreign trees
they will carve out a vision in stone
and set it up in the alley for the passersby
who in return, will not perceive
what's been captured in it
there will be silence, foreseen
but not right now, maybe
the whirring of excavators and air conditioning
is enough to keep the mind going
i don't mind not being anyone
better so i am happy to be no one,
at least for now,
at least for july.