The moon is dressed in reeds

((The war ended and I returned to my childhood; to the village, the fishermen, and the poetry books that I inherited from the culture of my elementary school teacher. On the body of the yellow leaf, autumn yawns, and a naked one covers herself with the coat of her desire. A hungry and lustful person asks me: When will the apple be and I am in one desire? I reply: When your Adam and the love of the...