In the Main square, where rope-makers sell rope
and shoe-makers shoes,
the shadow of the three moons floating evenings above town
is caught in the butterfly net of children,
while furrier Brid fills his well with wheat.
The same happens in the Little Square
where Nicolaus the goldsmith places the clean fruit of his work
in the cabinet under the three moons floating evenings
Who will spark the blades and kitchen knives
now that the sharpener’s house has been demolished
and Sibiu shimmers with June bugs.
Luckily, the poet has a working room for bridal mirrors
and a net for catching beautiful dreams
not too far from the Bark Mill.
Each night, down in the Golden Valley, he flies kites made of poems
penned with his friend, J G Bayer, hat-maker and illustrious orator.