like a clean handkerchief
mist covers thin dirty river zenne
wind is chatting with bushes
and i
see estonia again
by the brussels north station
offices of glass and steel
some prostitutes correct their makeup
and i
see estonia again
crisp sharp sun
of peruvian mountains blinds me
false smile of a tourist hunter
melts in light
and i
see estonia again
i show my passport in tallinn airport
baggage claim like a horn of plenty
bags and bags and bags
dark glass doors open
and estonia
sees me again
and asks
why aren’t you crying
didn’t you miss me
come on honey i did
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