Spring At Pionerskaya

SPRING AT PIONERSKAYA Frozen in the hum of the escalators’ Descent to the roaring metro, Across the unwashed glass Of government windows, The equinoctal sun pins My shadow tight Up against the lengthening day, And the spring smiles in the crowd Are as scarce as icebergs in hell. .............................................................. Note For all you astronomy nerds, just a reminder that today is the Vernal Equinox. Pionerskaya is of course a Metro station near my home.