Until Five

They named the dry stretch in August. Today it sits.

Seven to seventeen on a few doors — Olšanské náměstí, Táboritská — not the whole hill.

The tap turns. Air comes.

A tanker waits in the street if someone asks, while the pipe is open for work.

Cloud held the morning. Sixteen at eight. Sunset already two minutes earlier than yesterday’s still.

After five the metal will take water back. Until then it keeps the shape of flow without the flow.