Do you remember our pilgrimage to Swan Lake
The eye-glasses the miniature martinis and the box
The afternoon slant of a pale spring sun
Across the tallest windows of the Hermitage
That lit up Monet and Manet
Do you remember the nakedness of Picasso
Trotters hanging from a kitchen ceiling
Gloomily smoked in the Petersburg smog
The cultivation of sun by Van Gogh.
Fireworks on Victory Day
Three hundred Ruble pensions
Medals drooping from emaciated chests
Powder-puffed ladies with drooping mustache lines
Wheelchairs donated by Germany
I climb your sofa
And reach for the window
To let the outside in
Do you remember the diaspora of stars?
I give you a solitaire
To keep the poverty away.