Telephone handsets fall from the sky. 

One, two, three… The numbered balloons were flown into the midnight void. It was a dusty night with strong winds and no one could sleep. The emptiness rose between the branches of the trees with endless time and filled the darkness. The thin tips of the sondes picked up the lively chatters in the upper atmosphere, probed the vagaries of wind and humidity. Sometimes found the carcasses of the stars that had lost their brightness and whereabouts. 

Radiosonde weather balloons might have burst at the edge of space. Lots of telephone handsets suspended from torn parachutes are falling on a reservoir in the forest. Mixed in with the low-frequency noise of dead batteries are the voices of taciturn ghosts. It is cold and rainy today. How long will it last? No answers, silence, vacancy, numbers, one, two, three…

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hiromi suzuki is a poet, fiction writer and artist living in Tokyo, Japan. She is the author of Ms. cried – 77 poems by hiromi suzuki (Kisaragi Publishing, 2013), logbook (Hesterglock Press, 2018), INVISIBLE SCENERY (Low Frequency Press, 2018), Andante (AngelHousePress, 2019), Found Words from Olivetti (Simulacrum Press, 2020), Ephemera (Colossive Press, 2021), Isolated Life (psw gallery, 2023). Double solo exhibition with Francesco Thérès visual HAIKU | OLIVETTI poems was held in Rome, 9 ～30 September 2021.