The squares empty and sail
into the distance like ships.
In the green moonlight shudder
the tall silhouettes of towers.
Fragrant lindens like hearbs
nestle beneath one’s palm.
Long ago the drums quieted, –
sing, flute.
Utter –
That which the lips cannot utter.
Sate –
That which the soil cannot sate.
Shelter –
That which the sun cannot shelter.
The wind speaks to the cloud,
The tree speaks to the bird.
The old cross at the edge of the field – to the rock.
The wicket of the homestead speaks to the sunset.
The threshold – to distanced footsteps.
I speak to the coat with the bullethole
that my father left behind.
(Janina Degutyte)
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