Nance Van Winckel

Pushkin Sonnet / Spokane Stanzas Continued

But I shrug off the broken weather
Of these, these awful times, while Nance—
The light of her, as from another,
A better, world—creates a trance
Of poetry and sanity to
Improve our luck by looking down—too
Awake to let us lose this chance
To be less busy and to dance
Down Zupeck Street with broken stroller,
Angelic hawk’s unlikely flight
Into the silver thread of night
To reach that mole like a lost dollar
That little girl perhaps could see
But couldn’t reach to shake it free.