gennady aygi


XIX
And in the fog
the green oak
has nothing stronger than a branch
to sing with



Snowstorm in My Window

(For V.Y.)

a snowstorm in my window –
and these walls of my room –
my house lost sight of me in a blizzard long ago
the collection of drawings on the walls
playing hide-and-seek with me –
reminds me of how it used to be in my youth
in those days of freshness
when it (the snowstorm) decorated my window
building a mystery and going into details
adjusting every little thing:
now here, now there

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