In the Morning We Are Glass by Andra Schwarz

Finally storks again in the village the masts tall remember
mushrooms on the sponge of decaying trees they swell
in the wet of wintertime wildlife comes
to the houses our secrets remain our own

Translated from the German by Caroline Wilcox Reul
Zephyr Press


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