Today's poem is by Jennifer Reeser
I'd buy you a Babushka doll, my heart,
and brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams,
were Russia and our land not laid apart
by ocean so much deeper than it seems.
I have an oval pin, thoughglossy lacquer
handmade in Moscow, after glasnost came,
with fine, deft roses on a background blacker
perhaps, than history's collective shame.
I've done my best to compass you in roses:
the tablecloth, the walls, the pilowcase,
the western side-yard only dusk discloses
briefly, in Climbing Blaze and Queen Anne's lace.
May they suffice for peace when you discover
your love is not enough to turn the earth.
I dream I saw a handful of them hover
against my pane the morning of your birth.
Copyright © 2003 Jennifer Reeser All rights reserved
from An Alabaster Flask
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