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Kristiina Ehin, from The Scent of Your Shadow

'Your ash trees...'

Your ash trees
were moss-yellow
the grass in your yard just gone green
and we had just burst into blossom
The birds were drunk
and the stream wanted
wanted to overflow its banks
and the moon was so full
that it nearly had to burst
I nested my head
in the palm of your hand
and listened to the cranes' love song
beyond your primeval forests

Old sites of wells and chimneys
stayed to mark life
One still unextinguished
solar star
stayed to glow
over our world