Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
But why every time I want to forget I hear those gunshots?
Signs of the days, you may say.
Our world is full of murders these days and the cypresses
next to the rail lines march ahead silently
like those who walk into the future. Who remembers them?
Memories take us further away from what we’ve lived
and I’m the ancient passerby who vanishes at the far end.
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