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A man and a woman get a cat,
pet him in the evenings and smile.
They used to smile before, too.
But now the smiles are deeper.
Something shines through them, quietly and persistently.
Vivaldi, a flash of gems.

Would you hold him a minute, says the woman
and hands the cat over to the man.
He places the cat onto his lap,
jokingly pulls his tail.
The woman recognizes something in the man’s face
and he stands under her gaze
all figured out.

Like a mountain, in its entrails
another mountain.

the original poem

translated by oksana maksymchuk