Horst-Oliver Buchholz (in: summer grass 127)

Am Fenster

When the coolness of the night still covered the morning, the sun was still glowing behind the house next door, which put a shadow in my garden, there was a bird of unknown species sitting in the branches of the ash tree, who already saw the sun alone. It had made him cold, my espresso.

restless night
in the garden fence
gapes a new hole

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Year of publication: 2019

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