The Forgotten Marinas Of A City Poem by MARINA GIPPS
The Forgotten Marinas Of A City
Go to the neighboring Ukraine
where my old namesakes live,
where Russian shawls drape
their heads, hidden.
Rabid mice, scavenging
in dark overcoat pockets,
laden with small coins
& prescription receipts.
Marinas muttering
with frozen breath,
floating about public
bus exhaust fumes.
Broken bread under
one arm, finding the time
to hurry home
to warm their hands
by some fire
real or imagined...
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