Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

my colors the combination of field plants and hills like veins And the veining collects into scars round the centre of the lake in the morning when chatter chatter come the shakes shivering oh Blood mother whispers stay in your place stand like a pillar put in a word for the child for me And suddenly all changes gender

and number and God’s frogs leap about kerplunk yes water

it’s good she says but don’t While the owl still is blind While there are drying sheds for hay and each of us is through our own straw dying upwards

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