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Claudia Bierschenk

Perestroika Silence

 

remember, sister

helicopters in the dark

oversized insects

red-eyed

stirring polka dots

on night’s black overcoat

 

gazing out the window

into the eastern sky

we used to count them,

monotonous humming -

our lullaby

 

when the Russians left

their airbase abandoned

when our part of the world

had almost blended with the other

 

sleep eluded me for hours

in this long awaited silence

 

 

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