Sign up with your email address to be the first to know about new products, VIP offers, blog features & more.


There is a young woman with a wooden hoop

almost as big as herself – and a small dog

not much bigger than her head – who performs

circus tricks, where Terez Boulevard meets

Andrassy Avenue – named for an Empress

and a Count before old Europe fell apart.

As the three lanes idle at red and the dog

waits on the kerb the girl and the hoop

become an astrolabe, a gyroscope

within the interstices of traffic lights.

When she stills and bows to the varied windscreens

the dog leaps to her shoulder and together –

dancer, dog and hoop – they approach their rewards,

ignoring the anonymous tourists

crossing behind her, as if the corrida

with steel and engines were all. Yesterday,

though a slicing wind from the Danube

kept most windows shut, she gyrated

regardless. Today in snowflakes like

falling stars she spins still.




© Copyright David Selzer
4 Responses
  • Alan Horne
    January 31, 2020

    A great image.

  • Catherine Reynolds
    February 1, 2020

    Merely a comment on vocabulary rather than anything else. You are the only other person I can recall, throughout my many changes of career, who uses the word, ‘interstices’. Excellent!

  • David Selzer
    February 2, 2020

    I relish the word. It’s very English, in a sense – almost pure Latin, but difficult to say if you pronounce it in a latinate as distinct from an English fashion.

  • John Huddart
    February 12, 2020

    Such a fine piece. To see magic of this kind in an everyday scene, in which the detail suggests the humdrum world of the intersection, but spins like silk into interstices!

What do you think?

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *