Tammikuun helle / January heat

Portaat johtavat takapihalle.
Aika on pysähtynyt
valokuvaksi helteestä.
Mikään ei liiku.
Ihmisten, autojen, hyönteisten
äänet kuin vaimeaa kaikua,
johon korva ei jaksa tarttua.
Me laskeudumme uneen,
lapsuuden lämpimiin kesiin.
Kaikki on vielä tallessa.


The stairs lead onto the backyard.
Time has stopped
into a photograph of the heat.
Nothing moves.
The sounds of people,
cars, insects; like a faint echo
that the ears do not have strength
to seize onto.
We descend into a dream,
the warm summers of childhood.
It is all there yet.

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