Ashok Niyogi
Rostov
On the Don,
The cathedral as the street slopes down,
Babushkas begging
One or two
Statues in the park,
From books in the imagination,
The riverboat chugs on.
Rostov
Of the sun,
Intourist packed with whores
With imagination
The morning airport ride
Through Īslumlandā
Handkerchief gardens
Tended by the old,
A factory chimney silent
While the riverboat chugs on.
Memories fade
But the plane
Comes in to Venukovo
And there is a Hare Krishna place
And a Bangladeshi restaurant
In Rostov
On the Don.
