Vladimir Levchev
Photo: selvig
On the beach before dark
the herring gulls,
old men in white with long shadows,
strut and chat with each other.
We don’t know their language.
But we listen.
Vladimir Levchev
Photo: selvig
On the beach before dark
the herring gulls,
old men in white with long shadows,
strut and chat with each other.
We don’t know their language.
But we listen.
Vladimir Levchev
Photo: ssdctw
This is a cardboard box.
It is labeled 5: 47 p.m.
Inside, there is a sunset above a forest:
an Easter egg
in green paper.
There is also wind.
Vladimir Levchev
Photo: suneko
The sun is dark yellow.
The willow leaves
are mirrors ringing
above the illuminated waters.
Vladimir Levchev
Photo: dospaz
My name is Lazarus.
I came from the grave.
17 years I waited, waited
perched on a damp root
on the opposite side of life.
The sky there
is dark and firm.