A gloomy day pierced
by fleeting moments
of light, the whole
year rushing to
its black conclusion,
and in the deepening
dark reading Turgenev,
watching a movie
from the year
of your birth, 1951,
as black and white
as the simple steps
the characters take
through the pages.
Such is life, choreography
as limited as the plots
of budding masters.
05.08.2023
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