Clogged up, its coat both scarce
and overpopulated,
it was looking at me with eyes
half-closed, as I was lying
down,
like brother to brother,
dervish to me.
No contestant in this tiresome event
neither of us was.
To come by,
and pass away,
ask the time,
get an answer,
say 'Thanks',
and –
bark me to sleep,
ye slave of affection and perseverance.
We both can look up
without blinking,
dead without knowing it,
and quite content, and at peace,
with the wise ignorance of the choice few.
2013.
Ignorance of the few
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2013
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