260. PERHAPS ...

260.

Perhaps she is imagining herself once more leaning

over the balcony in her street, waving to me ...
above the bright, noisy city, above me waving back; 
or once more, up here in this room, getting ready
to leave, putting on her shoes, slipping into her coat, 
adjusting the white silk scarf that she is now putting
around her neck to protect herself from the cold.

{Philippe Sollers, The Park}