A young crow came.
It's sitting in a black baking tray
I left out on the garden bench
so as not to forget
the elderflower blossoms.
The baking tray is full of
Then it leaps to the ground,
makes an awkward totter round the garden
The elderflower bush smells good
all the way back to here,
but she wants to be somewhere else.
She doesn't yet know how to fly.
I take the baking tray into the kitchen
and tell the whole story.
In the evening we sit at the table.
We've done eating the fried elderflower,
from outside the sound of
the wind's rustling.
Again I'm the last one
The minute I close my eyes
I see the crow.
The world is young.
And then it all goes blank.
Translated by Ana Jelnikar & Stephen Watts