a man sits in the winter garden
of australia and eats oranges. in
an hour the heat will set in.
fish in the swimming pool. a boy
who trims the garden. a japanese man
on his way to the new house. hong kong rocks
like hong/kong/hong/kong. if the happy
boys move the scaffolding, it will drop
two points. a man sits in the winter garden
of australia and eats oranges. in
an hour the heat will set in.
- those few closed doors, around
his arms, resemble a flock of birds
which circle the dead somewhere
in an entirely distant part of the forest.
Translated by Stipe Grgas
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