All Souls’ Day – 2021, the last confrontation with the village. I stand lost in a whirlwind of memories, far away, when my great-grandmother’s turkey chased us, my favorite chicken walked next to me, cucumbers grew, feathers fell on the ground around me. Grandfather looked with serious eyes at where I was wandering through the fields, where we dug potatoes, a nearby forest with birch trees, we drove with a tractor to pick cheese.
Little parasite
Why are there bubbles in the trees?
What was left no more
The crops have been harvested
What didn’t change
Touched the stork nest
The Jump
She smiled
Village Christmas tree already naked
Damynas bees
To infinity, to nowhere
Where it goes below