Long like the Fall.
All chimneys are at work.
A pity
that in the city
the chimney is no more.
The air definition is flight.
Leaves leave tree
with ease,
teasing bare bodies that
branch out free of their foliage,
both funny and punny.
No hurry.
The Fall is slow,
is long,
is low,
is…
now.
The snow will fall.
We shall wait
on something with no name,
and no weight.
Long like the Fall.
2014.
The Fall
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2014
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