Hangar Desert 2

Gulls; scratched concrete; one week of the leave ahead -
take your time, chew the pen on your match house going skew.
Walk to the dam, the mill, to the watershed;
there is a mirror highway invisibly missing you.
Jacob, Jacob, the steps to the sun are still high!
Tears are no way round, be it smart or motion blur.
A cat, instead of a hare, is wobbling the grass in a shy
Making clear the world is known and groomed to learn.
There are photographs to exchange; "well, you better be my guest"
(but save them and watch them so many times later again).
Unseen from your window, dresses and continent plates progressed
along the evolution chain,
the long evolution chain.
The tube is pushing up fry, chill and strands of the mermaids tressed.

It was here in your sunlit dream that you refused to settle
upon a matter that in the entire world there are two, maybe three at best
and it might turn out so that neither the first one will go,
nor the second.


Original: www.stihi.ru/2009/05/03/5460