stolen moments

   
   
   
in the autumn park, mids of the town  
i went to watch trees..  
there was one, bent and vandalized,with the splits of beerbottles stringed on twigs, the tree lay over ground but still lived..  
so i went though alley to to revisit this tree to see wether it not cared by some gardener,  
who usually work in such landscapes as park...  
moisty air of grayish day wasnt obvisiously inviting for many visitors  
why park looked almost like abandoned district..  
or may be i felt like that after i sow them?  
they, were three persons, most perhaps  mother father and daughter..  
their stature and glance magnetized my attention and my most visceral senses  
for they resembled no one of variety of  possible  kind of socalled 'modern' people,  
they were as came from paintings of Schiele, Vrubel or Dürer.  
anyone who ever sank their glance in the eyes of portrait of Dürers 'Mutter'  
would almost imagine what i mean..  
their garments were quite fatigued but somehow drapper, their wore it with some subterranian dignity  
they looked at once as unwanted people, as some undefinable sort of outsider,  
their faces had bitter traces but shine of their eyes were so beautifully vivid  
they gently held eachother subhand under elbows  
it spread some uneffable ghosty and radiant gleam along their way  
and park on the margins outside of the alley where they slowly drifted, seemed be dead