BLACK SKY
(for Vladislov Khodasevich)

Black sky has secrets today
whispers and flutters
in the wind and snow
a downpour of chords and words.

Bicycle in hand by gravestones
a boy touches birch, pine, ash
white flakes on his hand
March is frozen in memory.


From Poetica 2, 2006
Snark Publishing,IL.
available through the author