she had been settled
then gone
not long, not really far
just two weeks
just two thousand miles
which makes it an average
of a hundred
and forty two thoughts
per day

to cover
to let go off

to turn
in her dreams
that left without
memory in the first
shiver of morning light

like pages written
then treasured
in far away places
under a triangle
of pending stars


words: Dorothee Lang, Germany (oil on copper)
photo: Smitha Murthy, India


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