Silent subway movies,
that used to please and entice
to the stage of wide open eyes,
today look as the newspaper used:
this country girl wearing sandals
with small black dress,
this young man looking like
a bizarre mixture of jigolo and metrosexual,
this old man with eyes
gone out long ago,
the last train,
the Golden Gate Station,
the sign "Don't lean against the door."
And then the night with bizarre slides of dreams,
with the intertwining tracks and platforms,
with narrow corners,
with closed doors,
with dead ends and steep cliffs.
Those dreams, those days that fly by,
like landscapes outside the window
of a TGV car.
They live, they circulate through the heart, brain and liver neurones.
Never even ask how and why.
The harvest is long over.
The time for the grains to remove from the chaff has gone.
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2022
Coan on Dreams and Grains
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2022
Свидетельство о публикации №122010903794
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