Cold Tuesday, November

< Svetlana Andronicus-Shimanovskaya
Chernivtsi



Swallowing minutes chilly autumn morning on Tuesday,
I am a fan scarf neck wrap up, Levey on
alleys Mutters sullenly, still not fully awake,
janitor With the old broom, as a rule, to have lived frost, rdeyut
Flowers chrysanthemums.
Minute tandem
From the crown of the night and early morning call at dawn.
It pleases the eye, and the fog cleared trails, quietly
Poured into a good morning, and the light of the confusion
branches Naked lights up, and the glitter fades on aphids parapet,
What's under the lamp
It was thin ice ....
Shuffle lit candles on
checkered chess walls Nemnogoetazhek, selling magazines on glossy and even
offset paper in kiosks to be extremely discreet Cancel,
because death be bought if someone else - so in the hype,
in large quantities ...
Grieve November.
The taxi driver took a nap on the steering wheel non smoker, not participating in the debate,
in empty conversations smoking colleagues, forever hayuschih
face large rooms, and how long a period of noisy strife,
questions, answers, that each village could be heard from the capital.
Smokes in the shower,
got already ...
And the pigeons in the park will look for crumbs dank weather,
feed of handprints kids today probably will not.
I injured this morning in a hurry, but will keep a hoarse cry
Pursuit, seeing the back of Aspen zapryachut
public garden Native to tears ...
My city is frozen ...