VISIT Buying toys, the one remaining copy of A World of Breads, walking chilled by rain, the talk about rent and the dangerous swing of the blind man's cane, the city with its youth in the streets waiting for a table, its dirty man with his trashbag of eyeglasses (bent, broken, glittering), your hand lightly on my elbow, the house of deaf men where my loud laughter makes lights flash in alarm--you are released to go to Prague again, I stay behind, white-topped mountains, elegant shadows of trees, angels of earth, angels of air, change, the real cost of parting, leaving for Prague again, you are always leaving for Prague.