Petra Vergunst

Runaway Train

As night veils day, the young woman
sits on the roof terrace
to hear her mother’s hymn to olive
orchards, irrigated groves,
mint, aubergine, the kitchen garden

She counts sleeper after sleeper
as she sleepwalks
towards more uncertainty

At dawn she sheds her scarf
buries her mother, unearthes
a palmful of song from the ashes

Beyond the border
homes, green gardens

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