St. Petersburg

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A boy
meets a girl
in St. Petersburg.
Their hearts churn,
butterflies a-flutter.
They swing their feet
and dip their toes
in love that shall never grow.

The boy must leave
and catch a bus.
In his pocket a pebble
from the evening
and euros hundred.
He fumbles for his keys

but over the eyes
a darkness screens.
The keys can’t be lost,
or they will have his head.

Not long after,
at the back of the bus,
he is found
lying limp.
dead.

They found
in his pocket
a note.
Dasvidaniya,
she wrote.


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