Translated from the Polish by Frank L. Vigoda

puff-puff-puff! parading grandpas,
on the wet pathway along the community gardens.
clay, soaked sand and mud have long
claimed this place. the pavement barely
shows through from underneath,
faking a city. these vast expanses chopped up
by chain-link fences are really a single common
room. the possibilities of contact are
simply out of this world. Wojtek waits
only for a multicell phone, with a
gastrovascular cavity.