Friday, 11 March 2016

Жена с лешникови очи/Woman with hazel eyes


I can’t say much
because those details
at the roadside
are no more than clues.

Cattle grunted and shifted.
We lit cigarettes.
We talked again
of where we were.

I was at a loss
in this geography.

On the city streets,
I was far more at home.


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