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Poems
By Mykyta Ryzhykh
the years crunch in the leaves underfoot
or is it the ice on which the blind man slips
the snow is so dense that it is cut with a saw
death in the forest with fallen trees
the kitten hunts for a butterfly
but the butterflies come back every spring
everything flows along the wall of time
(from top to bottom?)
only a kitten drowned in a river will
not be resurrected
Mykyta Ryzhykh has been nominated for Pushcart Prize. Published many times in the journals Dzvin, Dnipro, Bukovinian magazine, Polutona, Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal, dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Alternate Route, Better Than Starbucks, among others.
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