And On Roads...Corks Are Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

his Pegasus
a bit is still frolicking.
and he is brandishing the sabre,
for which he is noting have the strength
to hold.

he has his years
and one's, behind the skin.
but he won't restore
the efficiency scout.
can only fall down

and they will do
artificial breathing
for him
if they
will be in time

there are such corks on roads
that who knows...
and in the winter, it even
will cover up and it will sweep up
and track won't stay...