Evening
The smoke spread over the street from the coal factories.
The small furniture shop, almost forgotten, at the corner,
the wood-eating ants in the closets and behind the mirrors.
Old, fly-spotted collars at the display window of the cleaners.
“Did Hades wear a collar?” Maria asked.
“High collar,” Peter answered. At that moment, the lights
were turned on at the entrance of the circus.
The face wasn’t visible at all, only the gauze over
the right eye, slanting, collar gauze and
the glass button around the neck without a tie.
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