Slava Olchevski

Rookie (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Point Of View - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Trees are still standing bare
The spring is not here yet
A forest looks reddish-brown
No way, it is brownish-red!

Let’s go to Starbucks drink coffee
The one that I like the best
Its color is reddish-brown
No way, it is brownish-red!

I know that girl over there
She plays in a string quartet
Her hair is reddish-brown
No way, it is brownish-red!

That argument lasts forever
I am artist, my wife’s poet
Reddish-brown - my favorite color
And hers is brownish-red!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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