Palaces...
  I've photographed them many a time.

I'm on a walk.  
    Through pandemia.

It's only 6 o'clock,
  but very dark.

It's just a strall
round the park -
  no eupho-
ria.



However, at the stadium
  they're filming.
Thus
 there is a crew, 
  some people on the track,
    a spot of light.

But soon they let out a cloud
  (as if they're playing)
of smoke or gas.
  And I dart off, I'm not a wack
to stay -
   there's always something dange-
 rous,
especially in the night.


I'm crawling down the hill,
  the earth is damp and weary
and covered by the dead and brown leaves.
You never know
  what you will do in just 2 minutes.
There suddenly starts a ringing -
  the church bells.


They toll and toll...
  My life is waning -
And that is all...
I know it very well.
 The sweet church bells of Russia.
They're singing
 the song of life...
  and are performing swell.


I can't go to the church -
  the situation's warning.
I'm only on a walk -
 to ventilate my lungs
  to strech my legs all right.

I do get out -
  not early in the morning,
late in the evening
  or at night.



I'd like to go on learning and creating
 and breathing,
      but my time is small.
Time on the Earth is small.
My head's vibrating.
God never lets a good thing last too long.



This stretch of life
  is like a season. Seeing
the sea in summer time, some Southern bay.
    In winter - a short hiliday
  by skiing.
I'm in the rhythm of poetry today.


My pen refused to work,
  but I insisted.
   For sms won't do.
They'll get me into a plight.
I made it work. 
Please, do, my pen, my sister.
Oh, can I have at least this priviledge -
  to write!


I'm sitting on a bench
  getting quite chill`ed.
I can't go out every day, I guess.
My camera, that I desired fix`ed
  was made out of focus and no less.


I have to learn to cast off things unneeded -
 that irritate or hurt - like that.
The people in the park walk their dogs on leashes -
   they come to me to sniff,
which is not bad.


I leave the bench and go on panting.
  It's damp and very very lay.
The lanterns do not look romantic.
 It's good they're lit.
Or otherwise - no way...


I'm learning French,
  but not without an effort.
It's difficult for me,
 but I do like one in a hundred word -
"noire" and "leur", for instance.
But Germanic
  I mean, the langauges,
are my strong fort.


In Moscow noone's keeping distance.
  Noone is really wearing a mask.
Nobody seems to take the situation serious-
  ly.
However, things are gloomy, we're at risk.


Despite of all life's going on. However
 in Moscow there're 7000 cases daily more or less.
   But women're getting married and give birth as ever
       and roll their baby carts in a pro-
gress.


So on and on
 without knowing 
   what is in store for me and what the future'll bring
I go out round the park - just strolling.
  Filming the Palaces...
The chirch bells ring.




Nov. 29, 2020