past the sanatorium!
Behind the handlebars
like Rublyov angels: loving riders.
As in the fresco of the Annunciation
with its strident white tone
see their women scattering a shine
behind them, like wings on their spine!
The splaying of their dress!
Tugged back from the handlebars!
Thrust into my shoulders
a wing’s white fleece!
Shall I fly off?
like a falcon?
A stone? –
The skies. The good
Notes on this poem
Rublyov was a great ikon painter (c. 1370-1430). Rublyov Road is on the outskirts of Moscow.
© Zoya Boguslavskaya.