I’m Going to Moscow
to trudge through snow
I will continue until
steeple clocks
stop chiming
I will wear
scratchy shirts
read Tolstoy
find his orchard
take a bite of a wormy apple
offer the rest to a sleigh driver
in a topcoat
his red worn hands
at the reins of a
horse
I will steal.
Margaret Roncone was born in Rochester N.Y., found her hearthome in Seattle. Wrote poetry in high school and was encouraged by a lay teacher surrounded by a swarm of nuns. Finds inspiration in frequent bus rides; hosts an open mic in Uptown.
Copyright © 2016 by Margaret Roncone
Randomly Accessed Poetics 
You are putting me in a Russian mood.