Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.218.135.221

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Russian wine

It must have been a winter when the old tanker
sailed through the Dardanelles into the Black Sea
that was full of ice flakes 
the tanker was loading black gold at a town I have forgotten the name of, but I recall how spare the street
lighting was on a wide boulevard 
We found a restaurant in a stern-looking building
possibly built with  Stalin as architect, we had caviar 
and drank excellent white whine
the nomenclature sat there in their suit that 
appeared to have too much fabric, friendly
 sorts who smoked all the time
The dull Soviet Union still existed in its dullness
and general sadness that is over now, people 
who makes good wine can't be kept down

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required