Poems of deep attention to the ordinary

Approaching Trutnov by Bus

Despite this town's closeness
to Poland and Germany
in space and time,

the red of its soil
reminds me neither
of spilt blood nor
of labor's rust, but

rather of fresh
slivers of carrots
that mom would grate
for gajar halwa
on just such a rainy day.


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