Sergey Shestakov. (№ 381505)

she says: the woods, and he turns into a forest
with grass knee-deep, with trees to the heavens,
and is she in the green glow of crowns,
and the forest surrounds it on all four sides,
she says: the light and he turns into light,
and no one in the world, and there is no word,
and the cloud is white clay rolled into a ball
while barely audible, she says: God...