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Snowflakes


by Reva Zerkalo


Babushka huddled on splintered crate

Island drowning in black-ice tarmac

Beshrouded in snow-spangled peasant scarf

Forgotten as rotten potatoes in a sack

 

Deepfreeze hands shuffle laststraw wares

Displayed on glossy playboy pages

Makeshift superstore lining the pavement

Hope against hope of gleaning some wages

 

Wilting dill draped on airbrushed breasts

Parsley plucked from your windowsill garden

Protrudes from centrespread girlie's legs

But no one looks, their eyes just harden

 

Money tin empty

No kopeks to rattle

Collecting snowflakes

In your lonely battle

 

Winter boots slip-slide-slither past you

Armies of smug warm feet never stop

Your derelict footwear is suicidal and 

Strips of yellow newspaper jut out the top

 

You wind and bind recycled string

Impervious to the howling cold

Round downcast bunches of rusty carrots

Secretly knowing they'll never be sold

 

Your puckered mouth a toothless cave 

Murmurs incantations to the ground

Jinxes, spells, prayers, magic words

To any god-witch-wizard who can be found

 

Money tin empty

No kopeks to rattle

Collecting snowflakes

In your private battle

 

Murky Mercs glissando past you

Mud crud sludge blood ricochets from wheels

Lash splash besplatters your timewarped coat

Invisible to brokers of dark and shady deals

 

You look up and gaze around you

Eyes deep wells seep devaluated tears

Through reel upon reel of snapshot memories

Exiled to oblivion with your avalanche of years

 

Babushka huddled on splintered crate

Island drowning in black-ice tarmac

Beshrouded in snow-spangled scarf

Forgotten as rotten potatoes in a sack

 

Money tin empty

No kopeks to rattle

Collecting snowflakes  

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