beautiful again (like a fairy tale)
summer’s day caressed by the rays
of the sun my exposed leg
out of the shade is getting warmer
dew is evaporating on the ants
the crumbs of the sandwich are moving
somewhere to the holes in the ground
I’m eating breakfast together with beetles
and their children Paul comes beaming
I think that sun is glaring into eyes
he shows the opened knife sticks it
to the damp soil draws a big circle
splits it in half one is for me the other
for him in our minds we can fill it up
with friends cities trains rockets is easy
to stab into a big piece to cut it off
it is nice to diminish friend’s space
on our earth I’m more lucky to hit
and slice off more and more of his
forests castles hills and rivers on my side
and heavier the air smells like iron
warm drops pouring down and quickly
cooling on the skin the clothes
are getting wet in the balcony
the woman is shouting Павлик
иди домой* quick friend grabs
the knife from my hands disappear
our earth’s lines get mixed with rain
runs off into the tiny holes with crumbs
to ants and moles worms peep out and writhe
around slowly the clouds are floating whilst
taking away the rain away from the sun
* Paul, go home