--Dmitry Blizniuk (trans. Sergey Gerasimov)
a winter morning
is like a crumpled cigarette
the tobacco is spilled out
the sidewalk is strewn
with sand the color of the yellow filter
a dog’s paw prints are left across the thin bleak dirty snow
a janitor is smoking
beside the garbage bins
like a Venetian gondolier from a Dali’s painting –
and the beauty of the morning oozes out
like thick blue blood through bandages
like radiance through the mold on a church icon
Virgin Mary in a supermarket
a blob of mercury in a puddle
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