a bit louder than necessary
in the village shop
„Male slippers, please“

the backpack returned
smelling of the sea
the sand at the bottom

out of the office
to have lunch
with coltsfoot

the deckchair’s shadow
crawles over from one weed
to another

demolished towerblock
the air
above the rubble

mongoose sneezing
so much dust
in bodhisattva’s ears

above the heads
out of the hospital’s window
the old man’s look

= Translated by the ULITKA =