Ukraine on the Balcony
Pre-elect the juvenile ashful grapes
and kiwi and subsequent trials
that preclude social indecision
like precocial children of Ganymede
tribes of rope and arms and pocket knives
what wind in this place, this sold street,
falling asleep like bitter rain in the forest of keepsakes
Only the marginalized walls
with compact comforts of Western allies
dressed for The Maker, her Her
and the only reason She sat with you
of the first last one’s triangulate in touching
moments where She will visit again
and he will know where home is,
and where his daughters come from