I remember you
like distant turmoil
in the Caucasus,
fuelled by petro-chemicals
likely to ignite
someone’s life,
lovingly and luminously,
but with no longevity,
sometime soon.

And as the flames
die down and
all that is left
is a gasp of gasoline
in the back
of the
I am back in the Caucasus
and there is
distant turmoil.

That is how I remember you.

© swissterrace 2019
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