When the Snake's Head Fritillaries Bloom at Labro
I am a passe-partout
with space without expanse;
a distanceless extension;
a music that radiates black;
extinct worries trawling the skies;
a perception listening for fish;
a congress of writers in Lahti 1985;
an instrument boiling with calm
in thoughts of a female Karelian author
removing her trousers in a birdwatching tower
out by Sjösa Bay
when the snake’s head fritillaries bloom at Labro Meadows
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-03-08 at 22:39
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