johnirons
Saturday, 2 November 2019
A third poem from Sjögren's latest collection
The silence after rain
when someone has left
and will never return
or that a child’s just been born
The insects sit there with their rostra
the humans stand there in their shoes
and wait for what is to come
after such a silence.
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