Archive for Iunie, 2011
Poetry of fallen leaves and wooden benches in a dark train
In the twilight of an autumn day with falling leaves,
we went on a train with dark wooden benches,
to and through an unknown territory.
In that Saxon village that had been our final destination
I fell off the bike on a gray,
rainy day,
in the muddy country road.
But it felt good. It felt real.
So were my muddy pants.
