The last kid of the autumn November
Is laying on naked and sleeping trees.
Hey, trees, are you dreaming about resent summer
Or about so expected internal spring?..
The sun’s already hugged all lakes and frozen trees.
It writes on merry and sleeping windows:
“Good morning people! The newest day is waiting us”.
And Promise, our hero, is sitting here next to window
With sunny signature. He’s working hard
He’s typing, creating new documents and saving files into folders.
Sometimes, for half of second he turns around to contemplate
The lilac past he had lived before,
Breathing flowers, flying over the magic beauty,
His fiancee reminding him tonight they are going to the lake,
To see how the sky is awarded with millions of curious stars…
And here, my friends the half of second is over.
So many things are waiting him to be done
Behind the thoughtful and speechless as if he is Sphinx, the door.
Oh, Promise, promise us not to allow that heavy thoughts
To penetrate into your heart.
Don’t look at the shining mirrors.
You won’t be able to see your future there,
Where so many betrayal shining spaces are.
You know that our life is just agreement
Between the birth and sudden death.
We are followers of the strongest rules
From the beginning to the final points.
Don’t look at the shining mirrors.
It is too early , very early, friend of mine
To write the endless your life conclusion.
November 8th 2023
Lake house rehabilitation center, Minneapolis.