Sport 13 Spring 1994
Kapka N. Kassabova
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Kapka N. Kassabova
Fog
Through the white fog
you smell
the inside
of every house
hear every voice
clearly like
bells in the snow
see the red
tops of boys
playing
on the field
Further
into the fog
you find
black leaves
clusters of rain
red mushrooms
in a perfect circle
around a birch tree
covered in little
brown cuts like
sudden eyes
And further
into the fog
you find
you have not
moved a bit
You find the fog
lying
on your chest
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your eyes are
little brown cuts
the boys are
playing
red
in a circle
Further into the fog
Being Wise
Outside the cave
we stood straight
back to back
watching
the silent bats
black puffs of air
holes in the moon
not looking
at each other.
We were being wise
you see.
Then
we went to sleep
everything remained
the same
the ocean
entering the cave
the moon
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waning and waxing
and waning
like the face of love.
One morning
we woke up
under two separate
skies
we were hanging
upside down
black feathers
had grown
from our pupils.
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