Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Tamangur + 11 Poems

She spears the glistening summer on her horns and brings it home to me Without a sound Lays it on my threshold rubs her head against my door

And I recognize my goat’s shining presence

The gate stays open all night because I don’t know what I am or where or if or why the goat illuminates me and prowls prowls through the fire of my days


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