Читать книгу The Carrying - Ada Limón - Страница 13

HOW MOST OF THE DREAMS GO

First, it’s a fawn dog, and then

it’s a baby. I’m helping him

to swim in a thermal pool,

the water is black as coffee,

the cement edges are steep

so to sink would be easy

and final. I ask the dog

(that is also the child),

Is it okay that I want

you to be my best friend?

And the child nods.

(And the dog nods.)

Sometimes, he drowns.

Sometimes, we drown together.