The provincial

Knee-deep in burdock and burdock,
two-way galoshes, treadmill get under the train,
rushing past;
in a sleepy wife, as a disabled person, waist-high.
And wherever you look, everywhere gardens, Regulatory.
And do not stand huts, and once logs
decided to lie down together, times from one misfortune
all the same you will not leave, and seven exactly
nothing is divided, okromya
days of the week, months, of the year, century.
How to stand upright, better lie flat
and let in a man in the evening.


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