New poems, unpublished or possibly written for radio, will appear here from time to time. It’s possible other work will show up as well.
anna
anna looks lost
as she walks through town
with slow long strides
she wears a straw hat
over long hair
with a yellow rose at her wrist
it was a gift she says from a stranger
something almost romantic
at the bus stop
there are men who admire beautiful
women they will never touch
and offer a gesture which is more
anna is never lost
whether she walks through king’s cross
or moscow metro
where she is
she hears the mourning dove
at 7 a.m.
fingers at her lips
she knows
there are other languages
