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© Peter Šulej
Audio production: Ars Poetica

A Green Field Has the Last Laugh

A green field has the last laugh.
Hide and seek in the furrows of bare land. Games of rustling and love-making.
Beneath the sun and its birds, two have slipped away from the grooves too straight to be respectable. The field bursts out laughing, for it fooled them all with its serious seedlings and exemplary lines.
That makes two more that bricks won’t enclose. They are the first this year. These are sad times when everyone has a big comfortable car and a room within legs’ reach.
So today, in the height of the afternoon, the solitary field laughs out loud, in peals of honest laughter.
Not even the wind will cut it short.

Translated by Renée Linkhorn and Judy Cochran