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just a moment
ekphrastic for Szobotka Imre’s 1913 ‘Tájkép’
(Landscape)
it’s just here the
clocks stopped
we keep these woods
so lit
each green filed
under
a wish of its own
that the builded
world may now be left
there’s no machine –
one comes alone
we lost the track
we lie down here
happy to be gone
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