Vidlopotysh doshchamy za vorota...

Vidlopotysh doshchamy za vorota,
V shchilynah bruku vyroste trava –
A potim budut znovu v mushli rota,
Miz skoiok hub svitytysya slova.
Roztanesh v dymnii sutini vokzalu –
Ale osyade v pam’yati, na dni,
Oblychchya zinky, shcho tebe kohala,
I bilyi ptah firanky u vikni,
I tyshyna v laskavyh rukavychkah,
I u pljushchi zaplutanyi balkon...
Shchos vidshchemyt. Shchos – oholone v zvychku
(Bo i molodist – yak sklo pid kablukom!).
Ta cherez hony lit, na povoroti,
Blahatymesh u doli lysh odno:
Doshchem navshpynkah uviity v vorota
I – poshepky – poplakaty v vikno...