An Afternoon in Kyiv, poetry by Gerry Stefanson at Spillwords.com

An Afternoon in Kyiv

An Afternoon in Kyiv

written & performed by: Gerry Stefanson

 

so long ago yet so yesterday
so much grief yet so outweighed
any communiqué.

summer time, sky is clear (bombers left)
summer time, rubble piles still on most blocks (bombers left)
summer time, warm – soft wind- happy voices (bombers left)

fields stretch forever again, wheat feeds the world again
fields interrupted by towns, villages, even cities again
fields and settlement re-grow and many patches of sunflowers.

Anastasia with Aneta with Zoya play and ponder
yet so never ask father – mother all the why’s
like why sunflowers are now called Baba’s.

Gerry Stefanson

Gerry Stefanson

MAY 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords Press
Born and raised on the prairies of Manitoba Canada, along the Red River and just south of Lake Winnipeg. Then Alberta and ten years in the Rockies, just above Montana. The last decade in the Canadian Gulf Islands. People, ideas and stories set the stage of my poetry and writing. Music and art fill my days and verse fills my head. I feel the fortunate one and share this world with my life partner.
Gerry Stefanson

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