27.5.12

Brigada Floristov


We were evergreen Gardener
Nightlightedwaterer



now plants are growing
cats lying in our soft grass
sun burns the white earth

 inside the wall is smooth and little hidden 
garden treasures want to rise there
 we 
felt little cakes
dreams
songs
and soon
they want to break free
jump into the sky

my head was covered with blue
leaves
eyes sailed away in the boat where we came from

outside the vagabund
sleepy polite dog with beard


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