Cuckoo

by Anna Banasiak   Jul 31, 2022


tree bent over the water
looks at itself in a stream
reads my mind
I looked into my soul
and I trembled with fear
there in the distance the frog is croaking
dogs complain about their lot
Cuckoo counts my days
And I’m thinking of you

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