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ОглавлениеThe Creation of Adam
A lizard circled the marble lip of the wellhead.
In the wind, a shutter banged, disturbed the sparrow flock,
Which lifted like a sail, only to settle again on cobbles.
The other noon sounds? A horse turning a millstone.
Rust inching up a drainpipe. The spilling of sand
Down an anthill. The dog whimpering in a dream.
Bees shuttled between the hive and the garden.
On a cross of branches tied with baling wire,
An old man hung a ragged wool overcoat.
As he weeded, he instructed the scarecrow
On the doctrine and conundrum of free will.
When a crow landed on the scarecrow’s shoulder,
The scarecrow, who had listened well, knew
If he chose, he could shrug and shoo the crow.
If he chose. And could shrug. And could move his lips.
