Going to Bagdad
......this morning,
over snow-painted
.......roads, it won't
take me long
.......to know you
there,
there won't be a desert,
........but forests there
i will hide behind one
........of the matchstick
frozen pines, until you
.......find me there.
If the road to Bagdad is paved with these kinds of poems, I want to go there.
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