Over the Year

In this snowbound night
I’m like a withered plum tree
with hanging bats,
the dark bites the eyeballs
and drives away birds of prey
towards my dreams.

My eyes are tired,
I forgot the book on the stove,
stories will yeast in it.
From the Christmas tree
another globe fell down.

A straw fire burns at my doorstep,
there I threw the old calendar.
I’m staring from the window
clasping my hands, stepping on the place,
bowing to the earth,
lessening inside,
trembling like a child
found playing hide-and-seek.

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