By: Samo Kreutz

outside

the cloud rehearses
a language
older than asphalt whispers

the sighs of houses
and the breaths of streetcars

reminding me
that absence

is only a breeze I carry in my ears

river

patience
flows with the river

and its
polished stones
softened

into the ancient script

not above

we walk
beneath scattered stars
bright as our breaths

until we realize
the sky is not above
but woven

inside our lungs –
waiting to be exhaled again

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Samo Kreutz is a Slovene poet and writer, author of 18 books in Slovene and English. His work has appeared in over 50 journals worldwide, including Green Ink Poetry, Fresh Words, and Ink Sweat & Tears. Through his minimalist style and vivid imagery, he seeks to reveal silence as language, turning absence and breath into meditations on time and human presence.