The even
silence
goes to smithereens—
Vesper bell
All of a sudden
a beacon on the horizon—
summer sunset
Near a wax candle
two tired hands begin
their even prayer
In front of the icon
an angel without wings...
child praying
Tongueless people...
their skinny hands pray
without an end
Celestial sign—
together, the moon and a candle
light the icon
