56 WORDS BETWEEN US


departure hall
nothing changes
but the faces

waiting for you
I touch up my make-up

empty platform
the sunset fires
a graffiti heart

so many letters...
in the garden I look for
your voice timbre

a steady knock at the door
frantic thumping in the chest

night gale
I put the finished romance
among fairy tales


Rafal Zabratynski / Magdalena Banaszkiewicz: Poland