K. Hazzard




“sieben Rosen später rauscht der Brunnen” –Paul Celan


Aerial landscaping:
each stone buzzed up,
pontooned engine sputtering

The rains are not to begin
Each cloudpore is to be plugged


Who are they
after all their maneuvers
to land on water

And what, to them, is the rose question


Don’t think of the painted man who died,
clouds put in, studded

Rain will be wet stone



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