I jump among the serious people
in front of the church, the café still closed
and I think even further back in time
In a late spring there was a ditch side here
yonder a mill, the ramparts and the crown
of the old Western
As if it were a thickly painted canvas
I wipe off layers of history
I expose peat diggers, see the wind
in the flowering swamp
over many seasons, everything flies
back into existence
Long hair of the mammoths
from the west, up to the ridge
on which human species *****
It can be seen with a distant look
in the middle of the city
here where I stand
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
I jump among the serious people
in front of the church, the café still closed
and I think even further back in time
In a late spring there was a ditch side here
yonder a mill, the ramparts and the crown
of the old Western
As if it were a thickly painted canvas
I wipe off layers of history
I expose peat diggers, see the wind
in the flowering swamp
over many seasons, everything flies
back into existence
Long hair of the mammoths
from the west, up to the ridge
on which human species *****
It can be seen with a distant look
in the middle of the city
here where I stand
Collection "Pending rain"
