To Grazinka
Once upon a time
When the river
Ran through
a woman stood on her toes
alone in a big room
arranging medical supplies.
There are things we remember from childhood—
a picture of a Scotch Terrier
a yellow-haired girl, sweeping
or a photograph: a toddler pulling a violin
from of a tin can—more real than what “actually happened.”
So, reaching above the machine,
silence was her piano. She, rising, falling
between moon and undertow, turning
in her banks, over rocks—
Listen you—
You in the powder blue—
Cinderella, laughing,
bringing the waters of the Warta
here intact from
It's you! It's you! Dei gratia nova!
© 2003, 2017 Dan
Goorevitch
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