Koki

 

 

The North Sea 

Forgot its north

And its ripples

 

When

 

A profound shadow

Of brown eyes and of await

Invited me

To see through

 

… There was an island

And a stormy night

 

There was a parrot

Older than its cage

 

And a fallen tree

Behind which Vidar, Petar and Saša

Let me see through

Again

What I had seen once

 

Or twice

 

… But next to the North Sea

All felt new

That stormy night

 

Even

When the parrot cage door

Was left open

But the old

Parrot

Stayed

In

 

December 4, 2022

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