Seasons
The leaves on the branches are getting greener, inside them
quiet
music sounds.
Into
the empty sleeves of the shirts hanging on the wire,
time
whistles.
The
sky is a sketch of a blue canvas.
Sun’s notes dance in the fire of a major scale.
The
stones breathe heavily. And the sky is getting heavier.
My
personal “I” crumbles into billions of “Us”. Wheat bows
before
the ground and falls asleep. There is no mystery.
Water falls upon the puddles. At some other place, which
we
can’t see, the painter picks the brush. Brown decay. Dance
of
the substances. There are tracks in the mud which remember
the
oblivion. The dung beetle pushes and hides his own sun.
In each fireplace a small Prometheus is working hard.
Crystals
lick the windows, the silence chew whiteness.
Through
the keyholes into the hearts of the cats the big sleep
passes. Darkness. And
there is nothing else.
The
Old City
I’m
walking down the street of bygone greatness
the
street of sleeping old eunuchs
the
street of no children and white cats
the
narrow street of absorbing darkness
the
street where the moon moans for forgiveness
And
I still walk down the street of forgotten Nazis
where
black dogs stand in circle and look at me
with
oily eyes empty of regret
and
drawn blinds behind the windows of dark
centuries-old
houses who have witnessed the rolling
heads
of kings and queens on the cobbled street
I
finally found myself in front of the cemetery
where
there are no streets but only stones with names
and
alleys covered with dirt and dark grass
whispering
silently to each other of the future
and
two gravediggers dressed in dark overalls
which
shovel after shovel build a new bed
This
is how it all begins said one of them
This
is how it all ends said the other one
and
the endless sky above with billions of
dead
stars as their only witness
and
me of course but I was somewhere else.
Awakening
To
fall asleep in the theatre
during
a play
about
your life
in
which the main character
dies at the end.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 10 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new book of poetry titled A Fake Memoir was published in 2022 by Cyberwit.
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