Stray dog

You nip at the dried burrs sticking to your side: nobody's dog out tonight

below a black sky.

Suddenly you stop, spin round

and round like your heavenly star,

nibbling at your side

stuck full of dried burrs.

Translated from the Hungarian by Jascha Kessler with Maria Korosy.m

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