To Moscow Day

hide away to moscow day
where brains have painted gray;
seal away to fallen stay;
and drink away what to say...

candles stolen for none
fire burning in one
think of all to be done
pencil in the sun;
and watch them have such fun

now and then and now the winter grows
and children blow at snowflies
and fingers point saturated in lies;
and sunspots watercolored on your eyes.

new and old and things we show;
doors to close
and models to pose;
what fools to sing about our woes.







To Moscow Day