Neighbor's Rock garden

[poddarku]

My neighbor’s rock garden
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My weary body smells of fatigue.
It manages to rise from deep, from subway,
the silent whistle of the train has passed
somewhere inside the honeycomb of city.

I come to my home.
At the threshold I stop.
As usual, I place this day of my life
at the rock garden of my neighbor.
Slowly it changes its form.
Now that it is off my life, mind, physic
I enjoy the beauty
of the new piece of rock
added to their garden.
My gift.