Wise

(Адаптация стихотворения Егора Сергеева "Вещий")


Let the address hold, make believe it would, and a truer
love story never written, to embrace the Admiralty
docks and baby things, from a window stare to a
fair share of the sky, for the cat of the neighbourhood.

Let it be, like the letting was being, and that
simple, like your dream was a life, wake up to dispatch her
through the tears of happiness come down pat,
in the kitchen, the hospital, the self, the old folks dacha.

Time for the night shift to depart, time to crop the strut,
claw back to dream reality, before they say, 'Stop'.
This cat Heaven jumps down on the bed, but
just as you tend to her, on a one elbow prop,

here comes the doctor laughing, with the keys to the Paradise door,
and the nurses all laugh, hearts shoulder size,
and this God of yours laughingly wipes the world off your score,
small thing indeed, and to get cross with him, would not be wise.


15 октября 2020 г.