Ron Winkler

Path 22

translated by Jake D. Schneider


The medium is embarrassed. The mosquitos regard

me as pleasant. In the morning of today gone by,

I danced in the boundless poppy blossom. Went blond.

I nearly wasn’t catchable. Nor were the mosquitos.

The builders have their own stethoscopes, for even the proximity

effect is spooky. Did their paths cross us? I can’t be sure,

but while today’s snow landed only in a 3.14 meter radius, it fell

straight across the city. Which perhaps is just a commercial district

with ample residential space. I’m better off for it; my resting heart rate

is a-b-b-a. And all under the misconstrued sun, no less.


Katrin Salentin:: o.T.