Throughout the hospital’s hermetic windows
Where my time I’m serving once again,
Where the time may stop all of a sudden –
May stop like fax’s running vein
I ride the bed-cart on the springy tires:
IV above me – stainless steel giraffe.
To be the driver – I’m a bit too tired:
To be a passenger is tiresome enough.
Unbuttoned leaves from linden tree of ours
Will cut your way onto the terrace off
Do them I envy? Jealous? Or, for hours
Attempt to free myself parachute of?
The world is small in the abnormal window:
September, park, dodge, growling like a boar,
Cat, woman dressed in black (must be a widow),
And crows overstraining: “Nevermore!..”
09-10, 2009
General anaesthetics
© Copyright: Геннадий Сакс, 2010
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