Twice Plausible Poem by katerina shmelyeva
Twice Plausible
there's a house of cards
with blue stress marks
on the walls
on the ceiling I painted a bird,
my white bird, I let her out,
a gust of wind blew it right off
my hand.
maybe now,
if you look out of the mirror
that hides you in vain,
you will notice a small shivering
dove or a sparrow beneath
the sharp verge of your roof,
do believe: once you learned
how to speak my weird
language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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