Poem from the Russian Poem by Jean Valentine

Poem from the Russian



In a circle of 12 winter trees
I'm hunched
Remembering being fled from

—Who gave me this wool sweater?
So it please you life, we won't go alone—
Next year will be better.
Remember that white tree?

The white underpaint of the government.
The country of bone.

In memory of Michael Brown

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