Raizl Zhikhlinski: Rain

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.

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