Silk road
A fly
Below the Saksaul
A white line
A dead camel, bones
Ants, on the rotten skin
Barren horizon, a moon
Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to
Aral
Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds
Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan
I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass
First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then
Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana
I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge, a golden oriole, a vulture, a warbler and an owl,
Let them go to their homes
I buy the fine painted porcelaine of Rishtan
A rusty Kalashnikov in Margilon was whispered
Eat the herbs with citrus salad in Kokand
With Uzbek cats
And Vodka and Chai
With the Georgian lady
Smoking
Under the territorial roofs of the state of the Khan
26.04.2020 Tbilisi