(translation) Basket – Joko Pinurbo

she weaves a basket
from threads of rain
then hangs it at the porch.

inside the basket she lays her baby
born from the womb of dusk.

when nights are thirsty for light
the teeny-weeny baby glows.

then the basket at the porch
is swarming with loneliness.

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