1 Oct 2007

there is an old soviet train

running through communities

of communist orchards


and the family planters

remain towns away

bussing each day

to plough and tow

   the potato

   the seed


and today a man

who remembers more

than the beatles’ song

back in the ussr


turns to us

   the ukrainian

   the two americans


and hands

us each an apple


from the garden

where he plucked three

bags this afternoon


and he compliments our smiles

                                 our laughter

the look of better days


under wrinkled eyes

          old russian tongue



©Julie Bolitho. “ukraine,” Poem. Ukraine and Other Poems. Leaf Books Press: 2007, pgs. 13 and 17.













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