***(apples sleep…)

………………………………to Mikhail Aizenberg and Jim Kates,
……………………………………………with best wishes to their book


Head to head apples sleep in the deep grass,
let them rest in peace.
The morning is getting lighter, caressed across
by the standing rays.

Look how sleepy and pleased are the turning faces of trees.

Are we turning our faces to where from emptiness streams,
the trees ask themselves,
opening their hands,
dropping what they possess,
disengaging from their dreams, losing us strays.

Apple Brother, go find the other, another head to cling to,
to die close to,
Oh how ultimate are the trees in their full-hearted blossom,
how harsh is the light through their sleeves, smell from their bosoms,
let them never remember us lying here where from the morning grows,
in the deep deep grass, just like dust and earth.

Динка, 2006

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