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For Yura, on your 80th Birthday, June 24th 2012

Peach without a stone –
dense silver flesh,
faintly ashen.

This night’s almost
other-night taste;
dawn-dry sleep-thirst.

Warm. No shadow.
Voices and dew-fall
of Letnyi Sad.

Your half-clear face
in the small darkness –
summer’s lease.