what does your autumn say to you?
I am often rude to me
then cold wet leaves
throw in the face
that brings bronchitis
still won’t let you sleep at night
and in the morning – cold tea
and rain, everything is as if by chance
by chance
and one of these days, in a postal envelope
I found an empty letter
and not a line, not a word
me someone
say I couldn’t
I will close the mailbox
and throw the key into the elevator shaft
and there will be no more incoming
past…
what does your autumn tell you
reflected in the cold window?
say hello to her if she asks
about me…