Дмитрий Румянцев - Окно в Париж
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Window to Paris

She jumped to Paris for a couple of days
like a cat in a window
Take a walk, ventilate.
Like a frightened sparrow
all thoughts, clinging to her blouse,
Dear from a branch to a branch of a body.

Slumed. Diligently missed
In any case, memory
I gained another picture
Without a topic for thought. He knocked his teeth
When I went to bed
From banal cold. Ice

machine movements
I tried to feel in my jacket pockets
And he did not find even trifles.
If the tension was worried,
then electric and more often light bulbs. Arms
They were not particularly busy. Treat

oneself is possible in the absence
medicines, pain itself, illness.
Any object remote from view,
From observation, that is, visibility zones
It may turn out to be an iron tower,
Lost in time a sign of color.

Suddenly interested in the news on the television screen
And a book open in the middle.
It scatters in the head, every page.
Village. Trees. Sky. She is in pajamas.
The idea of ​​paternity, responsibility. About the son.

Two figures, and the distance between the cities.
Paris is necessary for the bridge.
She walks and will definitely return,
The window, as before, remains open ...

Eiffel tower metal structure
The sky is piercing the autumn sky of Paris.
Invisible angels look from above
On stupid, little people. Only ours
Time runs without looking back. Stop
a moment, you're fine! ..
Following the bird, heart, pupil, sonorous laughter,
The figures froze in anticipation of a miracle
through cotton clouds, out of nowhere,
Like the feathers of the wings, the first snow crumbled!
Stativity of people - this motive
I got into the lens ...

D. Rumyantsev