𝙾 𝙲 𝙲 𝚄 𝙻 𝚄 𝙼

by Mykyta Ryzhykh

Please prop up the sky with a huge house
Please collect the sawn clouds piece by piece

I’m sorry that I have to ask you so much again
I’m sorry I don’t know your name and the tree temple was
cut down

A child with my son’s name counts the horses of the rain on
the leaves of silence
A child without a name hides in the belly of a bomb shelter,
waiting to scream

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Author from Ukraine, now living in Tromsø, Norway. Nominated for Pushcart Prize 2023, 2024. Published many times in literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal and many others.