Alps
What of me is part of this old world?
sleeping
beside me in the car
my wife
she is growing
inside her
beside me
my son is growing
there is not a piece of me here
these mountains are strangers
they have lost me long ago
my ancestors
divorced you
I go forward through your passes
they are like scarred tombs
crossing the Alps I see
I am something new
even with your stony ancient glare
you could not know
me
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