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Black caviar pearls
on buttered white
dark tears drop
along the empty
Your eyes are welded
by frostbite,
your grief – an abstract
work of art,
the white without white.
You need snow clearing
snow throwers or snow blowers,
your paddles freeze
along your standing ship,
your face in lines
from pillow furrows.
Sibir’ – Siberia – you are,
in the Mongolian-Altaic –
a ‘sleeping land’,
a losing heart,
the pearl of the archaic.

Painting by Sara Maino “iIl chiodo di coda e su”, 2020