by Tatjana Debeljacki

The winds of time
corrode the flesh in
the desert spirit

the eagle flies
the salmon in the stream
the full moon rises

in the shade
grandpa is sipping green tea
grafting the fruit trees

an old chant
from the music box . . .
aroma of lilac

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