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“Guide” in “What We Are When We Are / Kaj smo, ko smo”
Guide 
When you’re a child in a remote place,
where owls wish you good night,
where the grown-ups leave with a rifle
or with a rope, where every vehicle draws
a bead on the pedestrian, where eloquence
has wine-godmothers, where you get lost
in the murmur of a stream, in the barking of dogs,
where other than the mail-carrier and the baker
only death knocks at the door, you rely on fear.
In the middle of a clearing, where heat
collects, it fills your windpipe with the resinous
silence, so that with an open mouth you race home.
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