good places
are waiting for small returns
grumpy leaves
call to shade
the grass makes love
while the rebellion continues
of provincial silence
the sun holds by the thread
every particle
in the hot light
the wind slowly
repeats the names:
(read deeply)
this is a maple tree
swinging
this is a girl
looking down the well
is an old woman
straightening up
this is the king of the clods
gave a sparrow to this day
the wind is blowing
on the traveler\'s face
on his shirt
uncharted and hot
like the breath of a woman
who knows about amulets
the shade of hypnotic leaves
can be seen through a crack
so much can be seen
only through the crack
of a summer dress
an old man comes down from a summer shower
carrying empty buckets
“I almost did a helicopter”
says the old man
after a long journey
through a field of resurrected wheat
a traveler comes to the spa
of a summer shower
where the drops hang over him
like over a rock.
a bee lands on his shoulder
to drink a drop of water
because the shoulder of a traveler in the shade
is a good place
what do you think the dead do
down there?
they take the subway and go
to a good place