Calm days' vortex
Ronya & Alyosha Kolodyajny
A beat of streets
of town in the rain
disturbs,
defies
greenness of music literacy,
lame rudeness of passers-by;
its tones meddle in my dreams.
And I account for
a chain.
Through an autumn musing,
Rolls a lick of azure in a window-pane
And panes in the next house's wall;
Verses all calm day through
And vortex of muttering days.
A beat.
A street.
