I had my talk with the gods
And came back down to earth.
Now I walk the crooked streets
I’m back to writing poems.
Sunset stays yellow in heaven,
While I make my way back
To a victorola playing
And trees by the post office
That smell linden fresh.
(Henrikas Radauskas)
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