Here we are left behind, somehow.
Music is somewhere else, children play
Somewhere else; fluent with affection
People live somewhere else and will not return.
The fountain seems peppered with shot,
Bitter-green streaks and streaks of gray.
It can't be weather, but envy of other air
Its perpetual stream is slowing, its turn
Has come and gone. Light flashes upon the
Many windows of the City and County Building.
Drab truth is lodged in the Museum of Natural
History. As late as summer, last year's leaves
Are embedded in this year's earth; they seem
Too slight to decay. Marquees of failed theaters yielding
To offers of CANCELLATION SHOES are
One must admire a kid's flowered belling slacks
And her friend's frenzied puffed-out hair.
Air is awash with their jabber of vowels and
Delight… No fountains cry with such archaic wonder.
Poem by Joyce Carol Oates from collection "Anonymous Sins & Other Poems" (1969).
Rafał Alchimowicz - dancer
Aleksandra Foltman - dancer
Edyta Janusz-Ehrlich - actress
Tatiana Kamieniecka - choreographer
Adrian Kulesza - dancer
Marcin Kulwas - producer, author of script and music
Agata Mieniuk - actress
Kalina Porazińska - dancer
Magdalena Płaneta - director