Elena Naskova
endless night—
between the stepping stones
the other half of the moon
eightieth birthday—
the morning glory on her dress
still blooms
dead end—
fallen logs lingering
under the clear sky
stolen roses
the rusty smell
of my blood
stillness—
your rapid heartbeats
against my palm
gipsy guitar
the wind
awakens
nightlife district
a star falls
unnoticed
Shifting sands—
the stork
switches legs
first dream—
under my pillow
an endless sky
