There was a night and a river.
Fireflies were dropping burning shoes
into the bonfire. I leaned on your shoulder,
my breath condensed me into a drop
on your skin…
A frozen particle from the tail of the comet,
I felt down, into soft pile of amber.
A striped yellow cat was purring
his cat song into indifference
of the last moment. And I decipher then,
life is full of surprises…
but not anticipated ones.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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