Street lights (by Dag4)
HEAVY SNOWFALL AT DUSK
Maybe, not snowflakes
but huge heavy feathers
float, on the ground alighting,
maybe, above,
at the crossroads of weathers
myriads of birds are fighting…
Maybe
these avenues, trees and lights,
buildings both small and large
are but an illusion of city sights,
just a fantastic mirage…
Maybe
the people
so sinlessly white
are nothing but creatures unreal,
maybe
the Snow King
has made them tonight
like babes all alike and ideal…
Vacys Reimeris, translated by Lionginas Pažūsis
Posted on Sunday January 9th

