The view from Dmitri’s apartment


The view from Dmitri’s apartment


The four lanes of the road, with its

fickle asphalt, appeared to be

straight, in the same way that the

horizon makes the Earth look flat;

only from a certain perspective,

or with undamaged wings, can

you truly appreciate its curve, yet

somewhere beyond our sight, it

began that imperceptible turn to the

left. Eventually, it would wrap itself

right around the entire city, in an

orbit of imperfect symmetry, and

come back to this very point, where

it was, in fact, beginning to quietly

eat itself. So all those people we

could see walking, seven floors below,

sand grains at the mercy of something

unseen, or else riding in buses and

on bicycles, were never really going

anywhere. And the fields and trees,

the cemeteries visible on the other

side, were probably nothing more than

a painting, or a collage of assorted

illusions the width of a whole

continent, unfurling itself eastwards

as far as our eyes could travel.


first published in Sweet Tree Review, Volume 1, Issue 3, 2016




2 thoughts on “The view from Dmitri’s apartment

  1. Your words are so beautiful and thoughtful.

    There is such a skill in making the ordinary extraordinary… you’ve certainly earned your poet stripes!

    I’m so pleased you reached out on my Flânerie piece, or I might never have seen your work. Its a follow from me, and I’m excited to see what you’ve got in store for us!

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