leave me be.
to be chased by wild boar on a souped-up moped.
one day to walk on the wind without crutches.
one day more, mum, one day more, dad.
is forgetting a longing to start afresh.
are you agin, then take your poem and go.
in the wind, powerless in the face of words.
in the desert under the roof of the country.
no station, no rest.