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Black caviar pearls
on buttered white
bread,
dark tears drop
along the empty
page.
Your eyes are welded
shut
by frostbite,
your grief – an abstract
work of art,
the white without white.
You need snow clearing
machines:
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
