Sebastian

Covering the land�
By trees�or might see as the masonry
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
The line between the outside and this room
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
I bring down a bit of its light
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P�re
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Choces, M�re and P�re, undreaming even of fields
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
At the white place of the road's vanishing
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
M�re and P�re Chose are walking away from the