it happened in Romania

A modern girl sits beside the Black Sea shore,
turning poverty and yesterday's tomorrows
into something beautiful.

Her poem sails a distant ghost ship
manned by Scythians on contingent winds 
ever northward to unknown Russia 
and unwritten tales of Baba Yaga's mischief. 

On board is a boy touched by magic.
He stares landward toward his vision
of a girl beside the Black Sea shore,
writing a poem beyond tomorrow. 

Who knew these waves held such power?



~ TB, 2013