That - Ça
trns. by John Ashbery
The few stripes that foreshorten the wall are indications for the police. The trees are heads, or the heads trees, in any case the heads of the trees threaten me.
They run the whole length of the wall and I'm afraid of arriving at the place where they open the gate. On the highway my shadow follows me, oblique, and tells me I'm running too fast. It's I who look like a thief. Finally, near the little wood from which the villa emerges, I'm going to yell, I do yell, but calm footsteps reassure me. And someone comes to let me in. Through the doorway I notice friends who are laughing.
Perhaps about me?
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