Parcel for you..
 
The fogs above Sweden.
The little paper-cranes farm.
The meadow, where you run.
They fly
navigated by their threads.
The thousandth crane will be born soon
with scream.
 
You're angry with the ice-pieces,
which commit their suicides in your front car pane
One parcel was delivered
for you.
They said, it's fragile.
I suppose,
heart.
 
 
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Monday, July 30, 2007