Vacation, Vocation 

‘The distant, close to the moon, as we are. They build. 
They build the cliff, where
the wandering breaks, 
they build
further:
with light foam and spraying wave.’

From Paul Celan’s “White and Light”, translated by Stephen Cole 

They build darkness 
so that we discern the shapes
of the hills, night, end  lips.

Sun, still briny from its deep dip,
distributes the flyers of vacation,
albeit for a kaput relationship 
arrived here for a little Kintsugi 
vacation is vocation.

He wipes the sky, puts the glasses
back on his wife’s eyes,
says that they should eat 
a kebab platter, and lunch 

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