Inspire Me....

So many topics roll in my head.
To write about Weather or London instead?
The sun rises at oh dark thirty....
And London is really not that dirty.
The sun sets at half past ten...
On the Eye we saw Big Ben.

Seems quite trivial to write such things;
On the TV, news of CIA agent sings.
I could focus on discrimination, the normalcy here.
Americans are clueless what racism is; yet plead fear.
The man at the dumpster, looking for food.
He comes every day at just about two.

Want to talk driving? Forbidden-No left turns.
Yet reversing on a highway is what they learn.
Or the mean mashrutka man who never smiles?
Turns nice and friendly as the heat climbs.

Russian lessons are ongoing and underway.
Accusative, genitive? What the hell do I say?
You want me to write cyrylic and speak it too?
I'm still translating the British word "Lou!"

I miss my friend. My first friend here....
She left in January; shed many tears!
A few emails on the net,
Then to a restaurant where we met.
My first blind date. Will she like me, I ask.
She calls me the next day...she likes me I bask!
My first friend here. My first hello.
My first ride alone on the metro.
My first hello. My first good bye.
In all of this country, my first real cry.

School is nearing its final days close.
More friend moves is how it goes.
Vacations are planned, visitors arrive.
Fun in the sun is what we thrive!

So much to say, how do I write?
Uninspired by day, I am missing my light.

What do you, dear reader, have to say?
What do you want to hear? Have your way.....
Questions you have about Russia or life?
What to bring? How to pack? Fur coat for the wife?
Tell me something you want to know.
Give me the topic, the words I will sew......





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