saray

in the little world

of my creation

there is a courtyard

filled with woods and rivers and ponds and skies

trees and flowers and rocks

birds and fish and animals

and on the walls of the courtyard

are pictures of my history

sometimes

something in the courtyard will enter

one of the pictures

and in its leaving

a song will emerge

and i write it here

holding it

in place

all the better

to see it

all the better

to know

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a lamasery

with hanging gardens.

battle pictures

thoughts stand unmoving

like the mosaic tiles

in the palace yard

words tomas tranströmer