Beneath the lilac, among the daisies, they appear, topknots waving like clown umbrellas in a parade or like a buffet sign Eat Here! Their
Walking with my husband and our daughters, my aunt, eight years younger than my mother, with her husband, and youngest daughter. I’m behind her,
for Vadim We’d known all along we’d need papers we lacked, fight identities we fled. See you on the other shore. You fostered your
When it first appears, you barely notice. You can’t see how it drifts into the room, settles around you, quiet and watchful. You must