Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Poems

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autumn comes, with pocketsful of tobacco bears doze in the warm raspberry-shrubs of hunting-bullet lead the sea evolves its photography of sand I hear the logarithmic spiral inside its shells the returning of all things in your awake and hospitable blood

the delicate map of white aurora

on which I’ll step with no fear on my black eyelash-bridges

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