the law professor
has retired
he goes in cognito
in that place
covered by mountains on
all sides
a shangrila
with a secret river
a tunnel
that leads you to a door
into another door
and there he prays
that finally
Death be so kind
to him
that he be fetched
earlier
than what was promised.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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