Mr. Pak is in sneakers, Julia – on the heels.
They asksimplepoetry, secular and not sacred:
of goldin the earthlyworld, the joyon the lips,
ofhigh-speedflights in financialheavens.
But there is someone saint sitting behind my back,
who while swinging his christianleg, dictates me
a poem about the world in which the gold part
of a cohort.you may become only if you live saintly.
behind my back
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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