Poezie
Trick
1 min lectură·
Mediu
rest there: pull out
arms and with a kiss
four
the dawn is at present
a figure fracturing the darkness
with its golden trunk
then the leg and the small
beak-like heap of salt
you just withdraw your shoulders
in line with that hill
with reed and bulrush between;
it’s snowing – that’s the spot
where I pinched you
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