Zywa
The first returning birds
You know what's going to happen
but you pretend anyway
that it will turn out differently
and pass, if only you hold
your breath for a long time
and prolong the waiting
of your better judgement
that rigidity is impossible and
that something standing still, continues
to disintegrate inside
and that everything begins again
in another life as you have
seen often enough:
the clearing after a devastation
and the first returning birds
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