Buldenezh

Give me some bully
hot morning or evening.
Do you remember the bright, gentle city
what remained in the interfluve -

Between the present and the past
the city lived in its own universe,
white flew into his hands
infinitely gentle foam.

The sun smelled like sweet melon
and the fresh wind whirled.
Despondency sleeps behind my back
remembering the bully.

Evgeniya L.