from the ukraine - a part of the world i
will never visit - not because it is not
novel and worthy - but cuz it is too
cold. odd how we - decide where to
travel. i wonder - how we decide where
to be born - is it a lottery or a river like
in plato's story: how we were two merged
beings divided by the envy of the gods
these gods we no longer believe in - which
we have made into myths worthy of a poet's
mind. i may never visit - yet i know the land
