I Stepped Out of Thoughts of Death

I stepped out of my thoughts of death 
and put on the June leaves of the boulevards 
those of May after all were too young for me
a whole summer waits for me a city summer with its hot stones 
   and asphalt
its ice-cold pop ice cream sweaty movie houses thick-voiced
   actors from the provinces
with its taxis that suddenly vanish on big soccer days
and its trees that turn to paper under the lights of the 
   Hermitage garden
and maybe with Mexican songs or tom-toms from Ghana 
and the poems I'll read on the balcony 
and with your hair cut a little shorter 
a city summer is waiting for me
I put on the June leaves of the boulevards 
I stepped out of my thoughts of death