Kristín ÓMARSDÓTTIR
FIRE

_{As beautiful as the irons in the smithy
in the old dark that was
your eyes
when they pursue, accuse and finally
move me
like a container that turns into a bird
that flies into a fire that is
hot

away

(and we anoint palmsoft

oil

onto the tonguetip)

As beautiful as air
in an old church that,
patient, looks upon the day-long
quiet guests year after year
come in
your eyes await
another fire}

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Kristín ÓMARSDÓTTIR FIRE

Kristín ÓMARSDÓTTIR
FIRE