GYÖKÉR

falling the hill

it's a golden avalanche coming.

silently

the breath's been taken.

each phrase,

each word,

every root, raiz, radix

...gyökér.

taking over the sky

it's a storm coming.

it had been possible to feel

the small drops

dropping on the skin,

before it threatens us...

we are going to get wet for sure,

how much is the doubt.

you have your umbrella,

coat, and everything

whereas I forgot my sweater.

[and it's, okay, not too far to take it back

shut me up:

what about a rain bath?]