Suddenly

Summer days – the light the rocks sea grapes

Erased events The horizon same to its end On the wall

of the hostel the map faded from the sunlight

The newspapers arrive late – you don’t read them

In the midst of the valley the hat of a grape picker shines

The blind man plays the accordion Tourists go by with sleeping

bags

And suddenly at midnight the absolute word reaches you

like a ship whistle in your sleep and you cannot wake up

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