poetry by j matthew waters

Gorky Park

Sipping homemade lemonade in Gorky Park
ambling along the Moskva River
in the Summer of 1981
Militsiya patrolling the perimeters
as if our lives are in danger

Only months later three corpses and a pair
of ice skates will be found
right along the very path we once strolled
stories circulating how their faces
and fingernails were cut off

We sit and shudder and decide against
attending any open air venues
at least not until some sort of normalcy
returns to this Central Park of Culture & Leisure
so named after a peaceful literary man

november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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