TOGETHER

< Palade
Kiev



You hide, why hide something forever
morocco smile penumbra.
Boulevard jump solar balls.
A solar girls and boys
shine through, hover and wrap up in laziness.
Moderate smog. And dimly noon.
Asphalt milling gnaws tired.
Patchwork quilt sky
only a little - that has consumed not blue eyes.
Optical sparrows flock of bulk maple,
as is often usual in May.
But the counter not favor a smile.
And you habitually hide their.
The desire to sit almost spontaneously.
One hundred years in the lunch bench blue
in the dead of the Soviet
fountain with charred cleft lip.
There is, though, a guy wearing a cap, newsboy cap,
vstoporschennoy provocatively from the temple.
Nods to you - the former Inca risible,
comical grinning Fix tramp.
Squinting. So, like, I know better.
At the feet of grazing dove beg victuals.
Here's a guy smiling and pale,
sits next - together to stone.