I’m looking at you,
grandma
the way you’re sitting
in stiff lace
in a long skirt
in front of the cottage in Rakocice
the date under the photograph
1913.
You still don’t know
what I’ve known a long time
that in a year it all breaks loose
the armies roll,
but for now it’s quiet here
few people
I hear only
girl calling girl
‘the one in the Austrian uniform
is the very picture of Bogdan.’
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