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July 31, 2009 by · No comments

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Morning comes out of the blue
with free freshness
and a babble of dying stars.
The stairwell smells of coffee.
Behind doors
people are weightless.
At bus stops they nestle
against invisible pillows
and hope to hear a voice announce

False start.
Morning is cancelled.
Back to bed, all of you.

Translated into English by Gregory O’Donoghue

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