Baltic Gold.
As I glance down at the Baltic Gold
from Kaliningrad that twists around my wrist…
That glowing amber
from the Pine Trees of the North,
I remember your
encrypted messaging with crypto types.
I could not understand a word you wrote.
I asked Sergei Evestigneev for help
But nothing came.
‘I crossed two countries
coming from the West,
to get to you,’ I said…
‘and over several seas’.
…And there you stood in
new Designer Clothes.
Oh Mironovich…where are you now?
I have short memories
that everything was fine.
There were no hooded cyclists
in the park.
.
Then…with that Baltic Gold
around my wrist,
I walked from Kaliningrad to Vinius,
My footsteps darkened by
Three Crosses on the Hill…
I was heading,….towards the Baltic Coast
and salty seas.
Mironovich…. you had disappeared.
Kristine Byrne 25th June. 2018