Dumitru Matcovschi Poezii 〈RECENT · 2027〉

“They want to pave the path to the new well,” Ana said. “And fill this one in. It’s a safety hazard, they say.”

She found him sitting on the low stone wall, a worn volume of Dumitru Matcovschi open in his hands. He wasn’t reading. He was listening. Dumitru Matcovschi Poezii

“Fântâna nu se dă… Fântâna rămâne… Că fără de fântână Ne rătăcim prin lume…” “They want to pave the path to the new well,” Ana said

Nicolae stood up slowly, his joints cracking like old wood. He took the bucket and lowered it into the dark throat of the well. Far below, the water stirred and whispered. He hauled it up, the rope groaning, and brought the dripping bucket to his lips. He drank. the rope groaning

Ana knew she would find him at the well.