Angelika Holweger (in: summer grass 124)

dust to dust

Mountains of rubble where the old house was. With the blind panes. Uninhabited for a long time.
An eyesore for the place, many said. And yet I still smell the dark purple lilac cones in the cottage garden and the roses that rose up as if to support the fragile walls.

November gray
the sky
fold paper stars

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Year of publication: 2019

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