Katia Kapovich Poems
|1.||Cossacks and Bandits||12/5/2017|
|3.||A Portrait of a Dog as an Older Guy||12/5/2017|
|4.||To the Quarry and Back||12/5/2017|
|5.||AT THE KISHINEV SCHOOL FOR DEAF AND MUTE CHILDREN||12/5/2017|
|6.||They've killed the rat that lived alone||12/5/2017|
|8.||A PAPER PLANE TO NOWHERE||12/5/2017|
|12.||To the Quarry and Back||5/27/2015|
|13.||A Change of Wind||12/5/2017|
|14.||IN THE BATHHOUSE||12/5/2017|
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A Change of Wind
On the eighth day he coined the word "alone"
and saw that it was as good as everything else.
A yellow school bus rattled down the lane,
a wind blew in a drainpipe, strong, mellifluous.
I brought two empty crates to the parking lot,
watched neighbors with briefcases and car keys.
At noon a mailman passed by where I sat
invisible, like a tree among trees.
Why, why, I asked. I wanted to know why,
but only scared a squirrel that dropped his acorn
when my voice broke silence unexpectedly—
a white noise in a wireless telephone.