AND, AGAIN, AUTUMN Bashny.Net

Inna Yarova



Autumn in the city the days of leafing through –
amber marked pages...
and down the streets without stepping in...
the rights of its spell joining...
gold...
Summer melt the soap... flying over
flock flock...
– Want tea?
– Matou... tell me, do you
would you like some tea?!
Are you drinking on SIP, and I
to write you stories.
And you do not want mint go for it
drink with jam!
Or what there drinking tea in your
foreign...
Amuse than passing
passers-by,
nephritic still awaited
these visitors?
Than absolve them than
hold?
As oblivion?!
...sorry, you're a guest /is it possible
so with a guest.../
Are you silent treat... leaves in
gold, brighter – scarves,
dreams, faces, fantasy, verse,
graphs.
And when you get tired of poetry –
dwarves baking muffins
and envy even to herself!
...and, again, autumn...