Ukraine is bombed to crystals.
The earth’s face unloosened
by boys spinning kite-strings;
boys who never go home.
War after war, bone after bone,
she stepped out
in pink stilettos, a white bodycon dress,
nude lips and oversized sunglasses.
A canvas bag on her bougainvillea shoulders;
heavy with lovers, lilies, bread and wine.
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