father's memory: Australia

You came to life, I dreamed, and left
to Australia. Voice with three echoes
hailed and complained about the climate
and wallpaper: the apartment will not be rented,
sorry, not in the center, and near the ocean,
third floor without elevator, but there is a bath,
swollen feet, “And I left the slippers” –
distinct and businesslike.
And suddenly, “Adelaide howled! Adelaide!»,
became pregnant, slammed, accurately placedь
hit the wall, ready to break loose.

It's better anyway, than soft ashes
crematorium in the bank, her pledge –
these snatches of voice, monologue
and attempts to pretend to be unsociable

for the first time since, how did you turn into smoke.


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