* * *
Swallowed by earth, what's left to show
of you, of me, in the amalgam?
Upside down, I'm the speckled snow
marked 'February' in an album.
There's nothing of me here — a smudge
on a stamp reading 'return to sender'.
Sliding along at vision's edge
there is a silent salamander.
Оригинал: http://www.stihi.ru/2012/08/28/8444
Транзит translated by Donald Thomas
© Copyright: Георгий Яропольский, 2010
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