op. 1

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GAZA 2009

by winter moon

There is not the poem here.
So this is not a poem.
Where is the poem?
In the sticking?
In the spilling-out?
In the opening?

There is not the poem here.

Woman's eyes
A collapsing back
Scattered sandals
The silence of the sky

I cannot
laugh,
lament,
sing,
and anger.

Snow in the night
is dizziness.
The Galaxy in winter
is tinnitus.