ARCH 2015

 

A paraglider of blond wood

 

On Sunday snow was marked,
in a fountain of lightnings
in three threads

 

An ear dissolved.
Around the moon day; the sea
we’d swum

 

Shoeless
into the half
into the hour five to five

 

The bow in north; there is a clock.
and on the horseshoe falls a drop

 

In bluish eyes
and from her lips upon
were made

 

20/3/2015 Kolka, Latvia

 



		

„Zrealizowano w ramach programu stypendialnego Ministra Kultury i Dziedzictwa Narodowego – Kultura w sieci”