Clearing out another drawer,
I come across the postcard
quite by chance - sepia, faded,
the city's name in Cyrillic script,
and before I know what I am doing
I am composing your name
in characters that are as unfamiliar
to me now as you are,
forty odd years on from the picnic
on the Potemkin steps, the glasses
raised to toast our futures
in the cheapest Soviet vodka;
and all the innocence you coaxed
from me, so tenderly.
Postcard of Odessa by Jeremy Page | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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