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ОглавлениеA different time
We invert time
after love fall
asleep as the muezzin calls
the diligent to daybreak prayers.
Night fails. Dawn comes
in strides.
Guinea fowl skirl and caw
into another day
from which we turn.
A curtain billows over us,
like a chimney vents
sweat and our sighs to the world.
Wind, candid with light rain,
falters onto our skins.
Then someone’s 5 p.m. angle-
grinder dredges up our morning.
We straddle time, the bed.
Like starfish, beached
in the sulphur of sunset,
you said.
