Autumn evening in a modest town,
proud of the presence on the map
(Surveyor was, probably, in the heat
il and his daughter judge short-circuited).
Tired of their own quirks
Space as it takes off the burden
majesty, limited here
Main Street features; and time
He looks with a certain chill in the bones
on the face of the colonial benches,
in whose depths all, that could make
our world: from the telescope to the pins.
There is a movie, saluny, around the corner
one cafe with a lowered curtain,
brick bank with flattened eagle
and the church, that there is
and it puts networks,
when it had not been next to the post, forgot.
And if it is not doing children,
the pastor to baptize cars.
Here rampage crickets in the silence.
At six pm, as a consequence of the nuclear
wars, you will not meet a soul.
Luna swam, fitting into the dark
square window, that your Ecclesiastes.
Only occasionally rushing somewhere
chic "Buick" headlights obdasta
the figure of the Unknown Soldier.
Here, you do not dream of a woman in tights,
and your own address on the envelope.
here this morning, seeing sour milk,
Milkman learns of your death.
Here you can live, forgetting calendar,
swallow your bromine, not go outside,
and look at oneself in the mirror, like a lantern
Looking into a drying puddle.