The leaves on the branches are getting greener, inside them
quiet music sounds.
Into the empty sleeves of the shirts hanging on the wire,
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.
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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