Thursday, January 14, 2016

Peycho Kanev writes

The Getaway

The night throws the city in a bag and
runs away

We are blind men with seeing eyes

The morning will come
morning always comes

In this place of sleep-walking shadows
where the light is filtered through
the fingers of someone else and does not
reach us
I watch the heads of the priests in the church
lolling in a doze

Cologne Cathedral -- szeke

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