The wind rises

Saarikoski: If I didn’t know I lived in that house/I would think happy people must be living there…

I’m going home
See that man’s house
Stands friendlier than mine
Tiresias’ lamp
At the window
Lamb with pepper
Vodka and wormwood
Stars having their say
Without these poems
Wanting a conjunction
Between between
Snow melting

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