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Is the little bird torn apart
by a paw? Lights switch on, at least
one juxtaposition between
tree
trunks. On handcarts
(wheelbarrows) there are
blue baby
bags. An unguaranteed
growth ring is left
on the asphalt.
The gadget with which
you fatten
your ears,
rubbed out from sky
lights. The other
will understand all of this
when he takes the time.
The Danube will open its graves.
—Translated from Slovenian
by Brian Henry and the author
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