IMPROVISATION# 326
A RUSSIAN POET

A Russian poet
a night after deftly returning
from an urban read,
now in Central Park
needed a fountain for water
like the young birds
on the snowy trees
when asked
in his secret language
of tongues
and swiftly Yevgeny received
a four course meal,
when he asked for a friend
to accompany him
he/she offered
more than a hand out
of words in the dark.