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A cat and a dog were sleeping together
in a big box on the corner of the windy street.
Sometimes they were just looking at each other.

Passers-by stop for a moment to take a look
and to throw some spare change in the box.
Their owner was there too.

He looks like a gypsy fortune teller dressed in rags
who slowly sways in the wind and
falls asleep in the falling dusk and dream of
tragedies in the making.



Always early in the morning
when the light of the stars diminishes
and the harsh wind starts to blow.
The leafless branches are trembling
in front of the window’s square of light;
I can hear the song of some bird,

but there’s nothing on the tree, not even
a single feather:
I open my eyes and the song jumps into

my throat –
and I sit up as if I always expecting someone
early in the morning, or maybe I prepare
to leave, as if always parting from someone,

until I find myself and I’m no longer anywhere


Peycho Kanev, Bulgaria and Chicago




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