Friday, September 4, 2009

крылышки



as we drove home late that night
she stared out the window from the backseat
and up at the black night's sky
with its twinkling stars a million strong.
and then she said,
when i get крылышки (wings) and лопатки (shovels)
i'm going to go and get them out. . .

such lofty and charitable ambitions
for such a young, sweet soul.
but i do think the wings
are something she's already got. . .

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The trip and the phrase ia forever enscribed in our family history