What if he knocked at my door?
What if he flew
on the wings of the wind
blowing from the south
to my open window?
I would be catching
his breath in the silent night.
I would be lying my current boyfriend
that I’m tired, or having lunch,
or already sleeping.
I’d be concealing
the ultimate reason
for tears and smiles,
for being scattered, or being anxious,
or being sad.
I’d be just nothing
under the shadow
of a flying blue bird.
And it passes me by
since he said
he was far to knock
and unable to fly.
What if?..
© Copyright: Ксения Хвостова, 2004
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