Room 147

July 24, 2016

Mountain garden,
enclosed garden:
got thirst? Grand mother.
Water with rye
and a mint twig:
even this mixture,
non-stirred,
unties;
noxious boil,
allwar-head’
people call you:
saw myself smiling
reaching for the cup
frame of minutes ago

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