Rain
by Raizl Zhikhlinski
I don’t know the thoughts of
horses in rain
horses yoked
to heavy loads
But I —
I want to lie on these same roads
on these same roads in rain at night
and be pulled by wet horses
over gray and silent earth
* * *
Summer has turned gray
Here in the garden
not a leaf will move
The wind has died
Leave me alone on this bench
I want to sit here longer
I want to be silent here
for a long
time.