10.12.06

Epistulae 4.10














Ecquos tu silices, ecquod, carissime, ferrum
duritiae confers, Albinouane, meae?


This is my sixth
summer
Albovinanus

who’d have guessed
I’d last here
for so long?

water
carves out stone
fingers

wear gold rings
to ribbons
given time

but I’m untouched
a leafless land
that only grows

barbed wire
where rafts turn into
footpaths

on the sea

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