Bear in Mind: Letter from Minnesota to Our Daughter in Moscow

The piano, with its diurnal keys,
waits for your touch. Over there, where you are,
night is not. Not now. Night is here to tease
us by promising this faint North Star

can be trusted to lead you home in June.
You are dazzled by onion domes, by rare
juxtapositions of bells. Here, a loon
bobs and dives on the river, while you share

potatoes and fish stew with new classmates,
learn traditions of the old Russian bards,
new street fashions, how a smile equivocates,
enhanced or diminished by spoken words.

As the earth turns–each day a little longer–
we know that you–away–grow wiser and stronger.

Leslie Schultz

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Hope to see you again in April!  Leslie