Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Love is a Place

Birds and sacks The throngs of sparrows sadden me as they y swiftly above the elds and clamour with sharp, harsh cries over that well-ploughed scarcity.

They have never ceased to keep me company. It barely matters until the end. Nor have I been abandoned by the smell of sacks that made a bed for me at the bottom of the cart when I went as a child to the grape harvest. We left before daybreak. The jolting of the wheels and the strong, steady rhythm of the well-shod hooves lulled me to sleep. The sacks still serve as a mother for me. Their smell has returned, thick and warm, while I see how the frost shines as the sun comes out and the throngs of desperate sparrows search for places where they may land and sate a small, hard hunger. They y, they y with me to the very end.

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