Kore
How much you have longed for
these paths, crooked, overgrown
and overlooking a violent sky,
the bright stormy sea.
Kore,
how much you have longed for.
Blind girl one step from the cliff’s edge,
making your sure way, the wind
your hair, the lonely smile dark crimson
poppies no one’s ever looked at.
Which one are you, Kore?
How can you tell for certain
if you’re allowed to be alive this month?
Is there anything here
that stands out,
dear to you, something
you can’t bear to part with?
Will you remember it, Kore,
when you resume the throne
above the leaden and motionless sea?
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