Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


Broken branches

entwined like the dreams

you once had

free in the wind’s temper

and you managed to tie

an anchor on your ankle

and you hanged from a tree branch

as if by a thread over the void

waiting for a solution

strange stagnation that governed

your thoughts like death

before death and

you said

in the next life I’ll become a pilot

to hide high up in the clouds


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