poems translated

finding old friend poems
that others have shown some love to
they are translated
my language invested with otherness
meaning achieved that i never guessed at
i do not need to know specifics
just that the magic is working

it can be a slow arrival
the poems steeping
leaking flavour
colouring the water
demanding morning attention
hot and refreshing, perhaps
subtleties you hadn’t noticed before

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