Acclimatization
I forget meticulously
I forget scrupulously
my native landscape
my daily landscape
I forget the ragged
I forget the billowy
clouds in a sky
clouds over a town
I forget to the end
I forget them nonstop
—faces cloaked in the dusk
behind windows of trains.
Translated by .
Regina
Grol
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