"Glimmers" by Peycho Kanev
Glimmers
The apricot tree behind the house is bathed
in fragrant morning dew.
Yellowed people in old pictures quietly whisper
to each other inside the photo album on the shelf.
Butterflies in little girl’s colors flutter through
the blue ether. My memories live lives of their own,
undisturbed.
Bright leaflets from the sun fall over the rooftops.
In the midday hours everything loses its weight.
I close my eyes and the black dogs are closing
on me.
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