A Hundred Gourds 5:1 December 2015

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Matthew Caretti –USA

Ripple Effect

At Lake Baikal, old Buryats smoke and sun their brows and cheeks to leather, medals of a bygone era sagging below on threadbare jackets. Through exhaled screens they watch the new generation board the ferry. Packs of exuberance on a weekend outing. But one of the revelers dances alone by the rail as Bolshie Koty fades. Listvyanka still an hour away, she catches my eyes on her hips. She knows some English. Shares some ideas about destiny as a wake forms on dark waters.

smoothing over the wrinkles she left in my time

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