The air’s restless.
The aspens are looking for blue path
with their red hooves.
Who suffers more than trees do?
They’re all in silence.
Farewell, wild brothers.
And here’s a bare field for the joy
of not having to pile up like a Roman turtle
hiding behind doors.
Ask yourself: who are you?
The dream comes with her
in a dark dress.
The air s restless
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