In summer the elderly sit Poem by Ulrike Almut Sandig
In summer the elderly sit
their feet drawn close and hold their suitcases tight.
they contain: savings in plastic wrap, mother's
gold jewelry, three photos, two letter, the passport.
only the elderly sit in the dark on tables when wind
winds up, and count the seconds between thunder and lightning
and the elderly sit and don't say a word
Translated by Bradley Schmidt
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