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< Sergei Anchutkin



Lady
Perhaps you do not know
that even a short meeting with you
left traces on the body:
writhing scars from long
as tropical showers, hair,
and cigarette burns
of your views,
full of irony
and some quite
I dream of strangers ...

Lady!
Perhaps you have not noticed
how your flexible fingers,
accustomed to the pen and the trigger
photographic gun,
arrows dipped in memory,
and frozen,
clinging to every cell,
how to hold on to the land
tree roots,
or the mouth of the creek ...

Lady ...
And if you suddenly do not see,
how to turn your silhouette
any and all dreamers,
whenever,
When you climb up a smile ...
That does not count them for
flattery or sugary, vulgar lyrics,
but I am happy,
and that in my
small world there
look at someone.