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A DAY IN THE LIFE


her name was luba

face soft round middle aged. hair thinning and
various shades of bronze and grey.a thick purple
leather coat worn over two decades old cotton
buttoned sweaters. non descript black wool pants
with the right leg rolled inches above a pale ankle

bright plastic sky blue shoes with diamond shaped
cut outs were on her feet

i noticed that she noticed me. her expression seemed
to say "oh what an interestingly dressed man.
such an appearance". on the sand before her sat a
brown shopping bag with red lettering.smiling i said
"pick up your bag and lets walk along the shore together"

as we strolled beside the waters edge she told me
of her younger years.the youth academy in kiev.
a music and literature conservatory in minsk.
vacations with much loved parents and grandparents
in a forest dacha. winters cooking borscht and
summers hunting wild mushrooms and berries

she spoke of a son leaving at weeks end to marry
a woman far far away.a son leaving the nest to marry
and a mother with a very broken heart.in the brown
bag fresh challah from morning temple. a piece
offered. delicious.her ernest voice flowed and
ebbed like the ocean waves. a tsarina in america

bright plastic sky blue shoes with diamond shaped
cutouts were on her feet

non descript black wool pants with the right leg
rolled inches above a pale ankle.a thick purple
leather coat worn over two decades old cotten
buttoned sweaters. hair thinning and various
shades of bronze and grey. face soft round
middle aged

her name was luba