by Tatjana Debeljacki
(Serbia)
The winds of time
corrode the flesh in
the desert spirit
the eagle flies
the salmon in the stream
the full moon rises
in the shade
grandpa is sipping green tea
grafting the fruit trees
an old chant
from the music box . . .
aroma of lilac
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