Judith Zander

1980 / Anklam

It doesn't come when you call

we imagined the weather
would hold up the rain
lets itself daily
with its sedan carried
the earth to earth
in its gracious entirety

but then there were
cords that like
the jaw's harp touched the core they
proclaimed something and what
played at night in the window
crack we added
to our dreams
heavenly children

it cools us when we sweat

Translated by Bradley Schmidt
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