Lost by Ivan Peledov

A time to sleep peacefully when the weeds
in the nearby towns have reached the
fringes of the sun, a time to
when all the birds in the woods have been lost in the foliage
to compose a lullaby for the
when all the prairie dogs have been lost underground
for the first hangwoman in the world long dead
when all the waves in the nearby oceans have been counted

Ivan Peledov
Ivan Peledov is a poet now living in Colorado. He likes to travel and later forget the places he has visited. He doesn’t have any recent publications, mainly due to his idleness, but he had been published some years ago, among other magazines, in Ditch, Eunoia, Red Fez, Bear Creek Haiku, Unlikely Stories, and Lost and Found Times.

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