| Eesti keeles


On both sides of the van

junipers rasp

climbing the steps

girls, old men

in the calm sky

a glider babbles


Come come

if you’re not afraid then come

come come

be born, live and die

come come

in the evening we’ll light a fire

come come

to the chosen beach


On the low hummocks

they sit at the edge of existence

bottles on the right

on the left excuses

lambs are in the stalls

ideas are being thought up


winds are napping

in the decrepit community center

in the sterns of the boats

a cormorant rattles




in memory