Spent by the sun

by Victor Sosnora
  translated by Genya Turovskaya

Spent by the sun,
soaped its clothes in the sea,
went toward the pines to dry off,
and—lies—on the sand.
Maybe in each dune
you and I are buried
with the ants, wearing helmets
for—three—thousand—years.
It will pass and we’ll exit,
this sea will vanish,
just two little turtles,
going—different—ways.
This life is not needed,
by cause of, because of,
we won’t know one another,
I wash—the traces—away.