Spring 2021
Murmurs Under the Roof Window Lu Yang composed at Saint Petersburg You are one step away from Falling face down on my roof window You are dressed warmly, You are both young and old. I cannot make out your face. You have not yet fallen And pressed your cheek on The snow powdered sorbet On my window pane: The torrents of pain Are yet to numb your soul. You stood as steady as a rock, I am doubting, Are you only a fantasy of my shadow? Or something more substantial? Like an omen yet to be deciphered By someone debating her belief In fate’s warnings, blessings, Games of hide-and-seeking puzzle pieces. The banister is behind you, Climb back inside and retreat 79
