An Evening Walk When Spring is Already Old
On the third of June
I re-enter the woods
The trees’ souls have bloomed
There is volume
not just skeletons
Breeze passes into the placenta
of this womb
There is hiding place
in the trees
and the birds
January’s ossuary has become
a sea in my body
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