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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