Thursday, August 4, 2022

GRZEGORZ WROBLEWSKI ~

 





Isn't  It Strange


Acid rain . . . On the wall

a picture of your long-deceased

cat.


Isn't it strange that every day

I pray to her

to return you to me.






Twin


He resembled me.

I held him up to my lips,

then threw him into the salty

water. He sank to the bottom.

I heard a giggle.

An invitation to play

together.






You and Me


It couldn't have worked out better.

I am with you without you.

I draw figures on the sand.

I breathe.

I wait.

I decay.






Boeing 737


We watched as it disappeared inside a gray cloud.

(We all would like to do something similar.)






Osaka


an eye.


Keep it,


just in

case.



______________________

Grzegorz Wroblewski

Zero Visibility

Phoneme Media, 2017

translated from the Polish by Piotr Gwiazda