DESCRIPTION:
Alex Simu - Clarinet
Jeffrey Bruinsma - Violin
Jörg Brinkmann - Cello
Yonga Sun - Drums
Franz von CHossy - Piano & Composition

When the World Comes Home
(Abra Bertman)

She was a ribbed
luscious pippin
of a girl, new-pressed
from dust to diamond.

Some things get burnt.

A black bear trundled
and the path steamed
with morning. The soft
paws dug and we licked
water from leaves.

At night new lights
fell to the ground like
apple flowers.

A branch was tight
with speaking thread.
Green sap
from a clipped stem
stained our mouths
with sun.

Behind us mirrored blades
reflected cities made of smoke
and flame. The ocean crusted
with salt. We bore

children who toiled and fought
in the dark earth,
built towers of departure.

We listened to the fine dust settling
and cradled our ribs in our hands.
credits

Abra Bertman