Down to the Earth's Surface
This
is what the years throw
in my face:
an old man's reflection,
a final maneuver
and a half-flight of stairs
down to the Earth's surface;
Shabtai Zisl ben Avraham on repeat
behind me
across the reach of the past,
and the land stretched before me
with railway
and first class
through wildernesses glowing glowworm-lit
through forests
rustling in eldertongue
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-05-30 at 15:37
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